One thing I have really enjoyed about Boulder is the weather. I always make comments on how nice it is when updating my status on Facebook. (Talking about the weather. Lame, I know.) I can’t help myself. It has been sunshine-y, on and off warm and yesterday was no exception. I mean it got up into the EIGHTIES and I got a sunburn. The weather is very flip-floppy but I don’t really mind all that much.
Everything’s getting greener and spring is fast approaching (despite the fact that it will probably snow Friday.) and while I cannot wait to see what Boulder is like during the spring and summer months, a little part of me is missing spring in NYC.
Spring in NYC is…close to magical. I have experienced spring in several different states, cities and climates but I have never seen somewhere transform in such a complete way, as I have in the big apple. If you have ever lived in New York, you know what I am talking about.
You go months in the pits of hell that is the cold, icy wintry months of the northeast, with winds that whip around the buildings, a constant grayness that never seems to ever want to leave. And then there are the mounds of piled up gray slushy gross snow that accumulates at every street corner. Winter in New York is miserable.
Then suddenly the temperatures skyrocket. The sun is constantly out, the pavement glistens and all signs of winter just disappear as the trees burst green and the cherry blossoms along the reservoir pop in brilliant pinks. Every winter I would grumble about how I was moving out of New York but then spring hit and I was in love all over again.
The people are smiling, everyone is in a good mood, the whole city is smiling. Clothes are shed, heads can be safely held high again without fear of losing ones nose to frostbite and suddenly you are reminded of just how good looking New Yorkers are. There are flowers coming out of every corner that isn’t paved over and early morning walks through central park, while still a little chilly, are incredibly beautiful and full of adorable dogs, all out playing in the newly reopened lawns.
There are picnics every weekend with friends. There’s the promise that only spring can bring–brunches in the Sunday sun at sidewalk tables outside every restaurant and evening happy hours on rooftop bars. Tanning sessions on your lunch break and (even more) trips to Red Mango or Pinkberry to fulfill your frozen treat needs.
I can’t wait to see what Boulder has in store for me this spring. I have a feeling it will not disappoint, but I can’t help but miss my city.
What is your favorite thing about spring in your city?