Let's Talk About the Weather

We visited Manhattan a few times this summer for Logan to interview and then for us to search for an apartment, and it was hot. Not 110 degrees like in Austin, but somehow it feels hotter – probably because you just can’t escape the heat. Businesses just don’t blast the cold air like in places where warm weather is a part of more of the year. And it is super expensive to keep your apartment constantly cool, so it’s pretty standard to only turn on the air when you are home, which means you come home to a sweltering apartment and then wait patiently for it to cool off.

All that to say, I’m very thankful that we moved in the fall. Especially because we decided to wait until next spring to purchase air-conditioning units for our apartment (no, A/C does not come standard). It has not been very cold, yet it seems like everyone is dressing as if it is winter – an Austin winter, that is. Everyone has already busted out their long pants and long sleeves and cardigans and scarves even – and I still feel like it is warm enough to be wearing tank tops. Really. The kids are all bundled up too, but if I leave the house with my buddies in light jackets so it doesn’t look like I have neglected their physical need, Calvin is sweating within the first 5 minutes.

I always felt like in Austin people would wear their summer clothes way after and way before the weather really allows, and I’m feeling that way about fall/winter clothes since I’ve been up here. I’m guessing people are just excited to get to wear the stuff they’ve stored away, and drink pumpkin spice lattes. And since in NY, surely people have larger winter wardrobes than summer ones, they want to start wearing them sooner – just like in Austin people have much more substantial summer wardrobes and therefore try to wear short sleeves well into January.

I, some days, will continue to wear my racer-back tanks and open toed shoes – because it is hot when you are walking around and pushing a stroller and growing a human at the same time, for crying out loud. Other days I indulge my self and wear my favorite scarves and sweat. I have not yet busted out my boots (although I am anxious to do so!) because it just seems like overkill to me…