Still snowing

When I first came to Switzerland, everyone told me I'd be sick of snow by March. They told me all I'd want for spring break was a beach, a big city, and no more hiking from class to class. Its almost spring break and they were wrong. They were SOOO wrong. I'm going to Sweden for break, and I'm honestly disappointed I'm not spending two weeks at Verbier or even back home skiing. I've already had 36 days on the hill this year (hopefully 39 or 40 by the time break rolls around), and I've learned an entirely new and amazing sport (telemarking). I can't believe its already March. Its getting to be that time of year where I have to think about putting my ski boots away, hit up end-of-season sales, and resign myself to six or seven months without skiing. It happens every year. I just don't want it to. I always wonder if I'll end up with the life of a migratory ski instructor--New Zealand in the summer, Switzerland or Colorado in the winter. I think it'd be fun, but I'd rather get a sponsorship for big-mountain skiing, find someone to pay me to go heli skiing in Alaska, someone to pay me to love my life. I know society wants me to live up to my intellectual potential, but the more I live my life, the more I want to live it. The prospect of another twelve years of school to earn a PhD and squeeze all the juice out of my brain just seems...depressing. I know I've got potential, and I know people will tell me that if I abandon my intellect even for a few years to pursue adrenaline I'll regret it later. The thing is, I don't know if I will. Maybe I'm just being impulsive, maybe its just spring homework fever, but I'm sort of getting annoyed with this whole concept of school. I'd rather just go ski, volunteer somewhere cool, spend my time pushing my limits and getting really in touch with who I am, what I'm made of, and what makes me tick. I don't want to live life in a textbook. There's room for both, but it's hard to balance it. I don't see any reason to live without action, to die with regrets. If I die never having gone bungee jumping or skydiving, if I die without ever going heli-skiing, if I die without skiing on every continent, if I die without volunteering to the point I feel satisfied with my life, I'll die regretting how I lived my life.
So, its still snowing. I'm still in love with the snow. For every flake that falls outside my window, I am more enthralled by it. For every flake that sticks to the ground, I get happier, because I know that there will be fresh snow to play in. I want to live in snow all year round. I don't like it when its hot. I don't like flatness. I don't like large numbers of people. I like mountains, small towns, cowbells, snow, and deep powder on a crowdless mountain.