I hate this weather, and I’m vocal about it.
Yes, seasons are pretty. Watching the leaves change color is unreal. When I drove around as the snow was melting on roofs in January, I felt like I was living in the little white town my grandmother puts in the living room for Christmas.
But you know what’s not pretty? Cold rain. A whole new concept for my poor, tropical body that no one warned me about when I moved to North Carolina last year.
Last week I forgot what the sun looked like. It was so cold my bones hurt.
In Miami, where I used to live, you don’t need a raincoat. If it’s raining, you brave the walk from the parking lot to Publix because it feels like a sauna anyway.