I’ve mentioned how excited I’ve been for snow in the city before, cause growing up down south we never got much. I’ve also mentioned how I loathe the cold, cause growing up down south I never felt temperatures so cold.
So it’s been a pretty love/hate relationship with winter.
But this winter- is pure hate. Pure, viscous, unadulterated hate.
I don’t have to explain to anyone what this winter has been- cause we’ve all experienced the snow-storm-a-week, polar-vortex, bitch-of-a-season, winter it has been.
But I do want to remind you that New Yorkers play the snow game differently- cause New York never shuts down. We always go to work, we rarely cancel school and stores continue to stay open. We can’t hide from this damn winter- we have to live in it every single day. (Thank you underground transportation).
Getting anywhere has now become a war against the elements- layer upon layer of clothing, obstacle courses of puddles, stairs compacted in snow, blankets of snow/trash/more snow/more trash/ice. It’s not pretty.
Yesterday, I thought I’d seen the end of it. At the gym, running on the treadmill, I grew excited knowing the days of running outside again were approaching. And when I left the gym– snowing… again. Shame on you, snow. SHAME ON YOU.
So if this winter was a person, I’d punch it. I’d take my smelly, soaking boots and shove them down it’s throat. I’d take my sleeping bag of a down jacket and suffocate it like I’ve been suffocating the last few weeks. I’d make it live in fear like I do every time I have to traverse another un-shoveled sidewalk. I’d make it cry like I did when I saw yet another storm blowing horizontally out my window.
So winter- you’ve been warned. Stay the hell away from me.
Did I mention I’m going to Costa Rica?!? 5 more days until that blessed blessed trip.