My first winter in the Northeast, I thought I was set. Then the first sloppy nor’easter snowstorm hit. My fleece and hat were soaked, and the windbreaker I had worn over them on zero-degree days in the arid mountains was no shield for the wet East Coast snow.
In short, I hated winter when I first moved north. But now, I find myself looking forward to it. It took over a decade, but I have learned ways to not just deal with the coldest season but to seek out the joys of it.
Sure, winter has problems: The days are short, the