Is it too cliche to complain about winter?
Because I am really at my breaking point with winter.
I'm ready to regain feeling in my extremities, and the perpetual hot mess in me is extremely ready for the sidewalks to be something other than giant slabs of ice for me to bust face on. I could continue for days, nitpicking ever minor detail of winter I dislike....but I'll save you the time...to be fair, winter isn't my only concern.
Weather in New York is the worst.
Sure, those few short weeks of fall and spring are quite lovely...but for 87% of the year, the weather is quite awful. Too hot and crowded or too cold and well....hellish.
You can't win them all it seems, New York has many wonderful things but alas, weather will never be one of them.
My dad constantly tells me that when all you can talk about is the weather you have a problem, it's the default small talk so with that in mind I must quickly segue away.
I'm way too interesting to be talking about the weather...
I bought a coloring book the other day...
Don't judge me! I've been dealing with a lot of indoor snow storm time....aaaaand we are back on the weather.
Ok fine, the word "interesting" is relative.
Haters.
