During the last week of 2018, I traveled from sunny, warm Los Angeles, California to wintery Owego, New York. As the doors of the airport slid open, a blast of frigid air hit me square in the face. My eyes immediately begin to water uncontrollably.
I loved it.
Everything around me was frozen, gray and bare. The sky was gray, the ground was gray, the trees were gray.
I grabbed a coffee in town and fell into an easy conversation with an Owego resident. She is a born and raised Owego boomerang who has lived there for over thirty years. She shared with me how this winter has been one of the toughest for her in a long time because the sun hadn't come out in over three months. I told her I lived in Los Angeles, where the sun shined practically year round. She paused, contemplating her response and then replied, "Yeah, I think I'll take this rough patch we're having here instead."