So I’m back in NY and have been for a while (due to some unforeseen circumstances) and I’m missing California terribly. I had to run out to Burlington Coat Factory last night to buy a winter coat because I’ve been drifting around for a few years without a proper one. The love of my life, a midcalf length (and on a woman of my height, that’s a feat) fitted, brown wool coat, bit the dust some years ago and I’ve been trying to find a replacement, without success, ever since. I’ve had some ones I’ve been able to wear in a pinch, but due to my recent GAINS (SO to Planet Fitness) they aren’t fitting how they used to.
So last night I ran out in as many layer as I could find, trying to make sure I found something that would accommodate me at my most bulky. It took some time, but I found something I could wear out and I’m so glad I did. By the time I got home, around 9pm it was 17 degrees.
When I got up this morning, it was 12 degrees. I don’t want to think about the windchill. I honestly can’t remember feeling anything this cold since Junior High (though I’m sure my memory is just being selective). Last year, this was not a concern at all. I could go out in a medium weight jacket and a hood and be good to go and this was with walking most places. There were few things I missed about New York(bahn mis!), and the weather was definitely not one of them.
I’m so over this mess. I’ve got to get out of here.