Hi, I think we've met before. You've probably seen me shuffling down State Street on my way to class, going as fast as possible--which is really not that fast at all due to the ice that is coating the sidewalks--because I'm about to be late to class for the 5th time.
I'm also the girl who forgets her umbrella when you decide its an appropriate day to dump all this wet, snowy crap on us. Yes, I can call it crap when all it does is accumulate slushy puddles on the sidewalk, that seep into my boots and make my socks wet.
I'm starting to think you need to learn a thing or two from the south. Their winters, well, they are polite and have manners. When winter rolls in there, it is at least middle of November, early December-by that time people are ready for winter, they want to show it a little hospitality. Here? You like to knock on our doors as early as late October. And I'm all, can't you see we're still celebrating Halloween here? It's not even Thanksgiving yet- and so I slam the door in your face. But you obviously can't take a hint. Which makes me believe you are a little bit of an attention whore. You like as much face time as you can get.
Which really, I don't blame you for, because Chicago is a lovely city and all. But let me tell you, if you came a little bit more quietly, you'd be surprised by how well received you may actually be. Instead, you come barging in with fifteen degree weather and winds that keep me up at night worrying that I might actually be carried away in them. Can you imagine that for one second? I'm loosing sleep. Because of inclement weather.
This is just not healthy for my sleep cycle. Or my sanity. I'm afraid to say this may be the last year we spend together. I think I have just come to my breaking point. Somethings gotta give.
xoxo
Annye
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