You've seen the meme with a sad person bundled up in wintry weather that reads: "Why do I live in a place where the air hurts my face?"
The Boston Globe did a fun piece yesterday about the storm and asked New Englanders: Why Do You Live Here?
It's going to be -7 degrees this weekend. There are 18 inches of snow on the ground. We are in the midst of an historical cold snap and in six minutes yesterday, more than 60 cars were submerged by coastal flooding in Gloucester due to a BOMBOGENESIS.
You know what? We could be living in Hawaii.
Hawaii has trade winds that are soft and sweet. They feel nothing like the arctic blast of 50 mph winds whipping at your face while you try to do something annoying, like pump gas or walk from your car to work.
Florida's too crazy for me, but the weather is nice. Arizona has dry heat, so that's a bonus. No frizzy hair. The scorpions and cacti are tricky bedfellows, though.
Sometimes I wonder why I live here because a.) I have zero survival skills in the cold and snow; b.) I am SO afraid of driving when I see one flake fall and c.) I own a convertible.
But there are two reasons I love living in Boston:
1.) It's never really warm enough to wear a bathing suit more than a total of 14 days in a year, and 2.) the bugs are the right size. In Texas and Florida, bugs are SO big, they have landing gear. And it never rains in California, so you know: BIKINIS YEAR ROUND. I don't need that kind of negativity in my life.
Those are my reasons. What are yours?