Growing up in Georgia I always envied parts of the US that have seasons. Therefore, upon moving to New York I couldn't wait to experience such things as actually having real snow in the winter, instead of a couple of inches a year followed by a "massive" ice storm and losing power for a week. Turns out though I hate the winter. Snow is only charming on Christmas or in the mountains, not when it instantly turns to piles of dirty slush and adds an extra 30 minutes to my subway ride. Buuuuut, snow also tends to create stuck taxis, which are hilarious and become even funnier when your co-worker and a grandfatherly passer-by have to assist them.
Also winter music isn't too bad
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