Weather: A personal contemplation
I am not a winter person, never have been, probably never will be. Thus said, living for 22 years in Vermont and New Hampshire was not altogether all that pleasant for me. I am not a skier or a snowboarder, I don’t play hockey, and in general I hate the cold. But here is the kicker. Today the forecasted weather in Greenville SC is expecting a high of around 77 degrees, a possible record high for Dec. 10th and I am finding myself missing snow.
After last winter’s relative disappointment (not really any snow until the middle of January), New England seems to be having an actual white winter this year. Talking to my parents last night (as I stood outside wearing just a polo shirt — well pants too but you get the idea) they told me it has been cold and snowy for the last two weeks. My mom said I will probably be in shock when I go home for Christmas in a couple of weeks. While I will not be all too thrilled about temperatures in the teens I am really looking forward to seeing snow and some clouds. SC has beautiful weather, no denying that, but it has seemed to remain very consistent since I’ve been down here. Sure it is cooler now than it was in the middle of the summer but the days still tend to be sunny and pleasant. I jokingly told some friends that I have a harder time writing poetry down here in SC because the weather is so nice it doesn’t promote as much existential angst as the dreary cold and unpredictable New England weather (this isn’t really true, I still write quite a bit of poetry because I don’t like writing angsty poetry in the first place). I know that if I was back in Vermont or New Hampshire right now I’d be doing a whole lot of bitching about how cold and gray it has been but I almost miss having that attitude about the weather because it is what I’ve grown up with. There is a part of me that is excited when we have a cloudy day down here or when it starts to rain, which is strange, I should be happy to see so much sun, but to my New England mind is just used to never knowing what weather a day will bring. And here is the thing that cracks me up the most; as much as I really do hate the cold and winter I still intend to someday (don’t know when yet) move back to New England, maybe not in the mountains of Vermont or New Hampshire, but somewhere up there. I guess it is a comfort thing, you get so used to a place and a condition that you have a hard time not experiencing it. Regardless 77 degrees in December is pretty kick ass even if it is a sign of something really bad, like say serious global warming.
General Lordisimo's Apocalypse 
I agree with you to some extent. But then I remember back to how awful it is to be forced to put snow gators over my already hefty boots. And having to put on three shirts, a jacket and a winter coat over that just to walk from the house to the car. And that was only to get the car warmed up!
True, a glaring contrast between winter and summer really makes you appreciate the change. However, the same applies to the Upstate of South Carolina, only it’s the oppressive heat of the summer that makes you appreciate the sunny and temperate comfort of the winter.
Enjoy what you have