Cajun Tomato’s NYC 100 is a periodic series chronicling my experiences and observations as a New Yorker. Post No. 47 explores my love-hate relationship with New York City in winter.
I have a love-hate relationship with snow, I told a co-worker Wednesday. You have a love-hate relationship with New York City then, she replied without hesitation.
This is my third winter in New York City. When it comes to adapting to freezing weather I am still a rookie struggling to acclimate myself to the landscape before me. I wonder how New Yorkers thrive in this shit. On days like today, I feel like a block of ice, skidding from one place to another without any desire to linger and soak in the essence of the city.
It’s nine degrees outside my apartment. The wind chill is seven-below. I want to wrap myself in walrus fat and crawl into an igloo made of whale bones and hibernate till Spring.
Oh, and it’s supposed to snow today.