Screw you, summer
I’m aware of the fact that there are a lot of people who get depressed towards the end of fall when it starts to get dark at four in the afternoon and the temperature drops past hoodie weather and into the realm of actual coats.
I am, as you’ve probably guessed, not one of those people. Spring was kind to me and lasted longer than usual, but now that it’s officially hot out and still light after dinner, I am completely morose. It seems like all I can think about is the fact that there are at least three or four months of sweat-soaked discomfort standing between me and feeling like a human again. Until then I will make do with air conditioning and iced coffee, but that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it, and by god I don’t plan to be.
I really ought to move farther north.
May I suggest Vancouver, BC? Hoodie weather for 9 months of the year. (I assume you don’t mind Canada, since there aren’t many other options north of NYC)
Have to say I feel much the same way, thankfully here in the UK (or at least in my house) it’s bloody freezing at the moment.
It’s this time of year that the idea of emmigrating to Iceland seems increasingly attractive, although with thinning ozone layers I’m sure I’d still manage enough UV exposure to continue to turn lobster-red (or perhaps vestments-of-the-shifting-sands-pink) within 15 minutes of stepping out the door.
Gah, time to break out the ice-cream and think happy thoughts.
If you’re thinking farther north, I recommend leaving the country altogether. I’m so far upstate it’s basically Canada, and we’re currently getting the hottest temperatures I’ve experienced since I left the north-east of Australia.
Yeah, the heat’s great if you don’t mind having your brain cooked to well-done during the course of the day.
Would you like A-1 with that?
Yep NYC today was hot, this is my first summer since moving here from the UK, it was unwise to decline the sunscreen I think, unwise and subsequently painful, quite quite painful. Ouch.
Vancouver gets pretty hot in the summer, though. Hell, last time I visited in February it was sunny and in the 20s for the entire week. Go farther north with a place like Edmonton, or even farther inland with Toronto. It’s not a huge change from New York, but autumn and spring seem to be a tad longer.
I had the deep misfortune of being born and raised in the heart of Texas, and so whenever I heard New Yorkers complain about the heat, I merely scoffed at them. What did they know, I thought, about walking home from school when it’s over one hundred degrees every single day?
I learned exactly how much New Yorkers know about discomfort when I traveled to the great city right after I graduated from high school. I stepped through the doors of LaGuardia into a steaming, urban swampland. My beautiful, straight hair curled up into tiny little knots, and my entire body, accustomed to producing enough moisture to compensate for my home’s desert dryness, produced enough sweat to solve the water crisis of a small African nation. My body refused to accomodate, and the entire trip was a study in misery.
In short, I sympathize. Good luck hanging on until fall. Remember to wear sunscreen, if you can stand the stuff. Lord Helios is not kind to the skin.