As a Colorado native, I am a little bit biased when it comes to cold weather. I grew up hoping that we would get a foot of snow over night so that school would be cancelled, so it is easy to believe that I don't think it is cold when it is in the mid-40s here. I do. Even though I have been trained to dress for temperatures lower than my age, I still freeze my butt off just like the rest of you when Baton Rouge decides to get cold.Â
The ridiculous humidity makes it nearly impossible to stay warm here when the temperature drops below 60, regardless of where you are from. Cold weather is almost always accompanied by frigid wind, and I often feel like I need to stay inside for hours just to thaw my bones. It is not particularly pleasant to wake up to Al Roker yelling at you to, "Bundle up, Baton Rouge!" but for some reason I love it.Â
I am content with rolling out of bed and into sweat pants every day because it reminds me of home and reminds me that Louisiana does have seasons -- kind of. It may not be super pleasant when you are walking to class and your eyes have a layer of frost on them, but I think it is better to walk into class with rosy cheeks than dripping in sweat.Â
I do not mind having an excuse to wear boots, thick socks, scarves, and sweaters that are three sizes too big for me. Plus, when it is cold, bed just feels extra cozy and class just seems extra skippable.Â
Don't get me wrong, I can see why y'all would rather go without winter storm warnings in the South, but this polar bear loves her cold weather.Â