Those of you who know me already know how much I've enjoyed the over-exuberance of this past winter season. For those of you who can't read between the lines, let me spell it out for you:
DOWNRIGHT FREAKING DEPRESSING.
...and I'm no slouch when it comes to surviving winter weather. I grew up in Casper, WY, and winter is no joy there, either. Winter in Casper has its cold snaps of temperatures dipping into the negatives; it has a steady stream of wind gusts; and on average, it receives more snow than Fargo.
So why am I bitching?
More often than not, a break in between storms was just long enough to recover until the next storm hit in Casper. In Fargo, the temperatures don't swing with as much variance as Casper, which means that winter in Fargo is damn cold. It gets cold and it stays cold. We're talking negative temperatures for highs and lows during the worst of it. And unlike last year, where we saw a beautiful thaw in early March, this year has been more winter than my brain can handle. I can accept the nasty weather in December, January, and February, but by March, I am done. I want some semblance of sunny days and outside temps that don't necessitate a jacket. The official term for this mentality, as I've learned, is called winter fatigue. I'd rather call it GODDAMNIT I'M SICK OF THIS CRAP GETMEOUTOFHERE AND LET'S GO SOME PLACE THAT DOESN'T MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I'M ALWAYS FREEZING TO DEATH Syndrome. And I'm not alone.
I realize that when you're as seasonal affective as I am, living in a place like Fargo isn't the smartest choice. Had it not been for an irresistible job for my husband, the truth is that we wouldn't be here. We'd be somewhere else, most likely in warmer climes, laughing at Fargo for defending its title in The Weather Channel's "Toughest Weather City" tournament. This is the universe's way of having its fun and laughing at you as you squirm in misery. Despite this, the truth is, I love quite a few things about Fargo -- the winters just not being one of them, of course. We'll probably be here for a few more winters, depending on how things shape in our lives, so I know I'll just have to put on my big girl (thermal) undies and deal with it until -- and if -- we leave for warmer pastures.
It's possible that next year won't be as bad as this year. This March in Fargo has been consistently cooler than average, so as we exit this harsh winter for better days, I'm currently willing to look at this winter as an aberration. Maybe we'll experience a "typical" winter next year and it will seem downright bearable compared to this year. We'll see. :)
Oh, and in case you're wondering, we are currently at the "we can see grass!" stage of the graph.