After living in SoCal for four years, I thought I’d let my love of mild weather make the last of my living decisions.
And although I was preparing myself for a NY winter, I wasn’t expecting THIS. Seriously. Sept. 21 came around, and every New Yorker suddenly had put their flip-flops and shorts in storage and had pulled out their scarves and pea coats.
With all my fall/winter gear at my sister’s place in Georgia, I had decided to tough it out until my trip down there at the end of October. Although I knew that decision was slightly influenced by my stubbornness and belief that I could tough it out, I didn’t realize how freaky I’d be (seriously, this is New York). Yeah, I’ve become kind of that girl. The one that everyone asks, “so why don’t you have a coat?” EVERY SINGLE DAY.
Yes, while everyone is bundled up in their woolen outerwear and knit scarves and caps, I’m traipsing around the city in a 3/4-length shirt and my red Asian-inspired blazer. And while all the other runners in Central Park run on the bridle path wearing tights and hoodies, I’ve stuck to my shorts and a t-shirt (which I just moved up to two weeks ago from tank tops). The worst part about the running stuff is that I recently purchased winter running gear. I’m just afraid to start wearing it now…because how the heck will this girl stand running come January if I start wearing my warmest stuff now???
Holy cow…I never realized just how stubborn I can be. Nor how much I could handle the cold. Seriously, though…six days until I have a coat in my possession. Woohoo!
