I was listening to an episode of my current obsession, the WTF with Marc Maron podcast the other day where he’s in Ireland, and he’s talking to this Australian comedian (Tom Gleeson) who has Irish ancestry, and Tom Gleeson mentioned how he loved Ireland and felt at home there and loved the weather and didn’t have hay fever all the time, and I have to say: this is EXACTLY how I feel about cold weather, and living on the east coast, and “fall back,” and I know everyone I know from California disagrees with me because they are all talking about how lucky they are that it’s winter and it’s still 75 degrees, but I have to say:
I . LOVE. WINTER. I love it when it gets dark earlier—in fact, the earlier the better. I love night time, I love cold weather, I love rain, I love sweaters, THESE THINGS MAKE ME HAPPY. I am positive that I have the opposite of that “Seasonal Affective Disorder” problem, because to me there is absolutely nothing more depressing than a hot summer day that lasts until 9 pm. This was one of my primary complaints about Southern California—like, it’s Thanksgiving, why is it 75 and sunny? That is just plain wrong. Go ahead and disagree with me all you want, but it’s unnatural and I don’t like it. My blog! My choice! My opinion! I love the night time! Go ahead, call me crazy.
Anyhow, it snowed in New York the other day, and while I understand that longtime East Coast residents are like “you’re going to be over this soon,” I loved it, and I was excited, and I have been in a happy mood about the weather ever since then. Go ahead, give me a hard time about the fact that I am the one person in the world who does not love the weather in California. I don't really care.
