When we let people know that weÄôd be moving to New Haven, we got some form of the sarcastic ÄúJust in time for winter!Äù line from nearly everybody. ÄúNew Haven? Well, youÄôll be there just in time for winter!Äù This was sort of fun at first, and quickly got old. I got to the point where IÄôd let people knowÄîright awayÄîthat I went to school in Boston. I could handle it.
So we got up here, just in time for winter, and I happily wore my down coat, hat and gloves, protecting myself against the bitter cold and hoping for snow (I love snow).
And then, after what seemed like way, way too many weeks of the bitter cold, I started wondering when spring would come. I started voicing my feelings aloud. ÄúMan, IÄôd love to ditch this coat! IÄôd love a warm day!Äù And as March grew to a close I actually started getting angry. Come on, I thought, in like a lion, out like a LAMB?
J and I talked about how while weÄôd both experienced the climate of the northeast before, but our years in North Carolina had obviously altered our perception of it. It gets warmer so much later here. And just when it does start to get warm, nature changes its course and throws a few more cold days right in your face. So you donÄôt get too comfortable.
Despite the fact that IÄôm still wearing a coat when I head to work in the morning, last week saw the first really warm days so far this spring. Days where I could take the coat off when walking to get lunch, letting the sun touch my shoulders.
As I was headed to Grand Central Friday afternoon, I took a good look around and noticed that people were in a really good mood, and not only because it was the end of the work week. They were talking on their cell phones, making plans with friends. They were gathered in bars, drinking cold beers. The windows were open, ensuring no one missed out on the springtime weather, and you got the feeling everyone had been there for a while, had maybe knocked off work at 3 or 4.
I couldnÄôt help joining in the giddy excitement of it all, if just for the moment. I mean, IÄôm not dumbÄîIÄôve been burned before and learned my lessonÄîI knew perfectly well that the next morning would bring a damp chill, and IÄôd be all set to go for a morning walk in my shorts and t-shirt only to have to go inside and change into long pants and a sweatshirt. And yeah, thatÄôs what happened. I do have faith that weÄôre getting there, though. Soon IÄôll put the coat in the coat closet, and I wonÄôt even look back.