Bostonian's lament

Warning! I am about to commit two cardinal sins of blogging: (1) whining (2) about the weather.

I lasted until mid-March, but now I'm calling it. I am officially sick of being cold. I'm tired of wearing three layers indoors, tired of my eyes watering and nose running when I stay outside too long, tired of jogging in place in the shower. I have not been warm in months. I NEED TO BE WARM. Not "warm for winter," not "warm as long as you keep moving," not "the thermostat says it's seventy degrees, what are you complaining about?" Just WARM.

In law school it would always annoy me when people complained about how much Boston sucked compared to where they were from. If the weather/nightlife/Mexican food is so much better in Texas or California, maybe you should have STAYED there. It's not like someone put a gun to your head and forced you to come to Boston. But at the tail end of winter each year, a little voice in my head wonders if we were crazy to ever move back here.

One weekend, when JW and I were living in San Francisco years ago, we went down to the South Bay to visit friends. As we walked through a park on a bright 78-degree day, I said, "I forgot how big a difference the sun makes! I always felt so happy when I lived down here." JW gave me the cold shoulder until I asked him what was wrong and he exploded, "You went on and on about how much happier you were before I moved here!" I felt terrible. I had phrased it carelessly, but of course your level of life happiness is different than the mood you're in when you wake up in the morning. My life was much better when JW and I ditched the long-distance and he moved out west to be with me. My life is great right now. But I have to say, on a daily basis, I have never been in a consistently better mood than when I lived in a place where it was warm and sunny nearly every day, and I could step outside (without a coat on) and be in a park within five minutes.

(P.S. - This is my 1,000th post!)