An Arctic chill is in the air and I for one am glad.  I've always hated the heat when you can't sleep, are sweating walking and then dripping in the subway tunnels, the exhaustion that accompanies all of this and just hoping that you get into air conditioning ASAP. There's nothing you can do to wear less without not being in business attire or even casual clothes, but at least with the cold as long as you have somewhere eventually to go with heat you can layer and work with the elements.

I also think part of it was going to undergrad in upstate New York, and having one of the most positive experiences of my life. It was freezing, literally, but it taught me to walk everywhere despite the weather, along with when to take mass transit when it was too extreme. Most importantly it taught me friendship, fun, love, dedication, hope, accomplishment, and a work/life (school/life) balance that was actually balanced.

Maybe that's why the ice cold days when I walk home from the subway leave me more comfortable than when it's what most would consider decent weather. I always think of those earlier years, and while there's pain associated with it in terms of what I've lost since then, I'm learning to live a little better with those memories. Outside of my physical comfort, I've been working on just getting through the weeks a little more emotionally capable.

I know it's a long process, ten plus years in the making, but at least I'm finally making some progress. In the meantime I'll enjoy the cold for now.