When people come to visit Chicago, they usually choose to come in the Winter. Well the truth is Winter in Chicago sucks (take in mind, I’m not one to emphasize my words). I spent 30 minutes outside waiting to get picked up. Snow forming on my hat, I (stupidly) wasn’t wearing my scarf at the time. I wore my favorite socks with a hole in them, and a pair Chucks. Usually winter jacket is really good at keeping me warm, but decided to fail me this time. I also wore my knit (really old) gloves.
I paced the sidewalk counting the seconds. I talked to two strangers (one looking for directions to Timbuktu, and a lady complaining about snow), and I saw a woman with a fox like dog, and I traced patterns in the snow with my shoe. My super long (flared) jeans were coated in snow, and my shoes which have eyelets on the side let in a lot of snow. My feet were cold and wet, my head was congested, and I really didn’t want to be there. My fingers were/are frozen.
I’m sitting at home right now, pretending my heated apple juice is warm cider, and wearing a hat and a scarf indoors. *le sigh* Winter I love you, but you’re bringing me down.
My parents went to New York (OK, not Chicago but it’s in the same continent!) and they nearly froze to death. I’m not sure which is colder but I don’t like the sound of it. When it gets to minus four over here I start dying and complaining.
Snuggle up and drink some hot chocolate!
Ooh New York (during the end of Winter) is really bad.
I think it was about 12-20 degrees (fahrenheit) at the time, so it wasn’t that bad, but I was out there for awhile.
Oh dear, I hope you defrost soon!