It may sound crazy for someone that willingly moved to Chicago could hate winter so much, but these days I love it. I love the cold weather and the feeling it brings. I love how all the trees lose their leaves and you can see your breath. I feel like most of my favorite songs had to have been written in the winter. Yeah, walking to the grocery store in the cold sucks, but I think it's a fair trade off for such an awesome season.
I've been preparing myself for winter to come this year and so far it's been missing. 65 degrees has its place, but not in December, especially not in Chicago. Maybe it's because I think cloudy days are the best, and I don't really mind when it rains. Maybe it's just that I like bad weather. I'm not really sure. The season I once dreaded, I now wish would last forever.