Last year we had 1/10th of an inch of snow. People talked about it for days afterwords. This year there was a point a week ago where the prediction was 1-2 inches and everybody began discussing plans about school closings.
It's a lot to get used to after living in Chicago. Chicago residents wear their winter misery like a purple heart. You are not able to talk about snow/winter/cold with anyone from Chicago without them feeling an immediate need to one up you. This is because Chicago winter starts in December and lasts until approximately May. The only way to rationalize living in a place with six months of hats+gloves+scarves every single day is to take some sort of sick pride in it.
I've adjusted to the parallel universe of Texas pretty quickly. I now get cold when it dips below 60. I feel thrilled when I have an opportunity to wear one of the 7 winter hats I collected from living "up north." And when it comes to missing my purple heart, I just look forward to summer. Last summer we had over 50 consecutive days of 100+ degree heat.
