New York City has a lot in common with Chicago. Winters are not one of them though. Before moving, I was told how horrible the winters were in NYC and I was really nervous. People told me they were a lot worse and I always wondered, “how can they be worse than the blistering cold, windy, snow, miserable winters of the midwest?”
Fast-forward to my first winter in NYC and I could not stop laughing at how simple these winters were. Sure, it was cold. We had lows of 20 in the day time and it snowed here and there. The next winter was pretty much the same. This past winter we had about 2-3 heavy snow storms, but the temperature did not seem to get below 15 degrees. People in NYC flipped out about how bad it was. Our office actually closed early one day because they were scared about how long it would take to get home. (I got home in the same amount of time).
After my third winter here and each of those winters were nothing compared to back home, I feel it must just be relative. For New Yorkers, this is bad to them. If I went to Alaska for the winter, I am sure it would be hell for me. But coming from the midwest I think has make me toughen up for these “winters”.
Spring time has finally sprung in the city. This past week it has been 60 degrees. I have tried to spend as much time outside as possible. I visited Central Park this past weekend and took some photos of kids playing frisbee with their parents. There were dogs running around, horse carriages carrying people around the paths and fitness people out. It was as though everyone has came out of hibernation for the winter and now showing their face to the world. “Hey world, it’s great to see you again.”
The thing I love about Central Park is it never gets old. No matter how long you live here. There are locals who have lived in this city all their lives and still go. Each time you go to the park, it feels different. There are new places to go, new things to see. I enjoy going alone because I feel I am always being a tour-guide when friends are in town and that is one main place I take them. It is definitely a place to get away from the city life for a few hours.
The irony of this post is I usually find it pathetic when people talk about the weather for more than 10 seconds in conversation. Is there anything more exciting than than talking about the weather? May as well just say, “So we are both here, breathing and alive.”