It’s been a month and a few days since I moved to Boston. It’s a great city, with a golconda of opportunities. There’s an active arts community. The umpteen colleges and universities provide no end to the conversations I get to overhear on the bus and at coffee houses. And the Red Sox are discussed every day, even in the off-season.
But one thing trumps those things in the perception of Boston.
“Ya know it gets cold, right?”
I’ve long hated “Ya know (fill in the blank),” but now, I fight the urge to scream whenever I hear it. Because it gets cold here, ya know.
Ahhhh, well-meaning folk are some of the most annoying and destructive in society. I try so hard NOT to say well-meaning things for that very reason and instead express well-meanings in other ways.
Maybe everybody who didn’t know/forgot that you’re from Missouri (where, believe it or not, things also get a little cold) thinks that you didn’t realize what cold is after all those years in Florida?
One thing that SUPER helps me with the cold: long underwear. Oooooh baby. December through February or so, it hits the spot. I even put our toddler in them, too. And peppermint tea–no calories, no caffeine (so you can drink it at night when you’re cold and still be able to sleep shortly thereafter) and oh-so tasty. And! Minty fresh breath!
Patrick,
As a transplant to Florida, I do obsess about the weather. But cold or no cold, as long as you’re happy where you are, the weather doesn’t matter. I think Karl Childers said that. And then he had some mustard and biscuits, along with some french-fried potatoes.
Patrick,
Love the comic!! I faced the same thing when I moved back to NYC. And you know, they were right. Shit it’s cold!! Enjoy beantown my friend. And accept the cold, find yourself to snuggle with – it makes it easier.