El Tango de Weather

Me forgiving the snow for ruining lives.

Me forgiving the snow for ruining lives.

Being that southern gal I am, I have NEVER had the “privilege” of experiencing snow before moving to New York City.  I know, I know…please don’t hate me fellow North-easterners.  I went 23 full years without having to ever put on a pair of snow boots (or even have the thought of purchasing them), I thought “black ice” was maybe some cool ice you use at parties, and I even spent a few Decembers with my AC running.  SORRY ABOUT IT! ::imagine the sassy girl emoji here:: But WOW, did this experience really make up for all those years.  At the time I wrote this, I had just got my first temp job in the city and it was beginning to snow!  The first few days, I was THRILLED! Running to the windows every time my coworkers mentioned snow, watching it from the window at the apartment I was staying at in Queens. Then THIS particular day happened…But I’m glad it did.  I got a quick reality check and remembered how badly I want to achieve my dreams and goals in New York City so I’d have to just be tough and get over it.  Now that it’s almost three years later from when I originally published this, I’m now at a point in my life where I’m going to take on a massive project (details to come soon), so re-publishing this blog gave me the extra reminder about how to stay tough when the times get rough.  And my reminder that I’m such the drama queen.  ::imagine ten sassy girl emoji’s here::  Originally published December 26th, 2012.  Edited by JT Silva.

Admit it! There have been those times you have been ultra dramatic and said something that made you feel almost like dying.  “It was so hot outside, I thought I was going to die!” or, “I was starving to death!”   Well, today, I was being a brat and caught myself thinking that phrase about 100 times.

I felt that “death like” feeling as soon as I woke up.  My left shoulder was extremely achy, so that made getting ready for work a horrible experience.  Then, as I was walking 10 blocks to the subway, the cold winds felt like they were blowing at about 80 mph making my face feel like a block of ice.  Around lunchtime, I heard my supervisor mention that it started snowing so she recommended taking an umbrella.  Well, what I failed to remember was the wind.  So, there I am trying to find lunch, with snow hitting my eyes and socks soaking wet. My umbrella flipped inside out and my first thought was, “I’d seriously rather be dead right now.”

But wait, there’s more!  As I was leaving work for the day, not only did the winds pick up, but it was now raining harder.  I gave up on the umbrella and decided to just run my ass to the subway station.  Still learning the area, I realized, after ten minutes, that nothing looks familiar.  I was going in the completely WRONG direction, in the rain, soaking wet.  Again, I was just thinking, “Can a cab just hit me and get this over with?”

Finally, I came across the subway station, hopped on the Q train, and got off at my usual stop.  As I began the 10-block walk home, I realized the ground was covered in melting snow. The more I walked, the more the inside of my boots got wet – AGAIN! And to make it even more dramatic, the song “El Tango de Roxanne” from Moulin Rouge was sound-tracking this ridiculous walk home.  Still wondering, “where’s that bus to hit me and just end the torture?”

When I finally reached the apartment, I literally got inside the apartment, leaned against the door and just slid down slowly.  I kept thinking, “What the hell am I doing here in this city? I can’t do this.”  Then I snapped out of my drama queen moment and thought to myself, “Okay, I need to get over this REAL quick!”  I remembered I’m not a weak person.  If I’ve made it through three painful rounds of surgeries to get rid of reoccurring tumors in my abdomen (and not to mention that recovery process…I couldn’t even walk, cough, or work for months), growing up in some extremely tough financial and family circumstances, AND the passing of my dear grandmother and great-aunt, I can DEFINITELY get through some cold water and high winds hitting my face from time to time.

Keep in mind that the tough times don’t last.  Tough people do.


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