Hear me out. I realize this might be the primary reason you’re leaving. And though you might hate it while you're here, you’ll definitely be thankful for having gone through it. Boston winters and snowstorms are tests of willpower. After we all come out of our holes at the beginning of April, we know we’ve shared something special, albeit depressively painful. But hey, we’re stronger for it, unlike those softies in California.
Having all the seasons
It’s weird to think not everyone has a spring, summer, fall, and winter -- or that Christmas is celebrated with palm trees and 70 degree weather. Some of the prettiest times of the year in Boston is the changing of the seasons. We're talking when the leaves change colors and sweater weather returns; sips of warm apple cider and whiffs of pumpkin spice fill the air. And after what seems to be an interminable winter, it’s invigorating to see the state “defrost” and buds return to trees.