"Then I’m laying out my winter clothes / And wishing I was gone / Going home / Where the New York City winters aren’t bleeding me..." - Paul Simon (The Boxer)
Well, for better or for worse, I am home - I feel home, here in NYC. I think the millionth time when I heard this song I felt validated for the torture I feel by our winters. They are brutal, and unlike any other suburb or city, you're in it. If it's snowing, it's snowing on you. If it's 28 degrees, you're feeling every single one. But New Yorkers love a challenge, including winter. We'd have moved if we didn't.