I am breaking up with Michigan weather

It’s not really goodbye, just see you later.

It’s too cold.

This winter has felt different. I drove in a snowstorm and realized it just wasn’t for me anymore.

Let’s Get Into It

Alright, before you say it

Yeah, I get it, “you live in Michigan, what do you expect”

Shut up! Literally.

I know, I’ve been here 25 years and still can’t drive in the snow. I don’t think I am using my car settings correctly. I don’t own a pair of snow boots and I just found my winter coat a few weeks ago.

Let’s be clear, though, out of those 25 years, only a few have been spent actually having to drive in the snow and learn that black ice does exist.

Why am I breaking up with Michigan weather

Well, it’s more so I am breaking up with Michigan as a whole.

Forever a Detroit Hottie, but I think this winter set the tone for me.

I got the warmer car, the big wheels, the seat warmers, but I still find myself sliding all down the road; that’s not done.

I still find myself sliding across the sidewalks; that’s not done.

They’re saying the salt isn’t working or there isn’t any down at all.

Don’t get me wrong

I used to love a snowy winter.

Hot chocolate made by mom and grandma.

Staying up late to watch my school name pop up on the bottom of Channel 2’s screen.

I was so excited for it. Being able to go outside and build snowmen, and have snowball fights. Watch my little doggy play in the snow.

At 25, though, it’s no longer fun.

It’s something I don’t want to continue living with. It’s something that I can do without.

I don’t like waking up and hearing it has snowed or is snowing because that means I have to drive in it.

I don’t like being cooped up in the house on my off days. Especially when I can’t explore because the roads are too bad.

I don’t like not being able to wear what I want to wear because my stupid winter coat is too bulky and ruins the fit.

I don’t like driving in the snow because, “Why are you trailing me?”

Florida isn’t my go-to

I’ve heard people say, “Ahh, just leave Michigan and go somewhere sunny,” and they always suggest Florida.

But no, that’s not the better option in my opinion.

I love getting all four seasons, but sometimes I want to just sit by the water, have a picnic for Valentine’s Day, and not feel the cold air.

The cold makes you cold

Sometimes I feel like you’re angry before your day even starts. You’re already feeling like the day is over.

Because you just layered up, like a burrito (idk), you just had the worst drive of your life because people around you can’t drive or are careless.

You accidentally walked out of the house two minutes too long because if you walked out at 7:23 a.m., you would’ve gotten there quicker than walking out at 7:25 a.m.

Michigan isn’t for the weak and it has made me strong, but…

I feel like my time is coming to an end. Maybe for the winters at least, I want to experience December through March in a place that’s kinda warm, or at least in a “fake” winter. Where it’s 50 or 60 degrees and I feel okay.

Don’t get me wrong, I will forever cherish my Michigan winters, the pretty snow glistening. The beauty of actually seeing snowflakes, sexy icicles hanging off the houses, or my car (I know, I know).

But, I think it’s also okay for me to know that there is another concept of winter out there.

There’s another concept of winter that doesn’t dirty up your car, doesn’t have you slipping and sliding across the street, doesn’t require you to break ya back shoveling, or snow giving your house a nice sheet of white paint.

There’s a soft winter, and it’s calm.

It doesn’t affect your mood totally.

It doesn’t make you feel cold, sad and moody.

It makes you feel okay. An adjustment is needed, like maybe a jacket instead of a hoodie, but you still feel sane.

Dear Michigan,

It’s been 25 years, you’ve carried me through.

Made me feel good, made me feel sad.

Made me question my tires. Made me question my driving skills. Ironically, I parallel park better in the snow…

However, it’s time I take a break from you and visit somewhere or stay somewhere that’s not a mushy mess, a cold iced coffee with too much salt.

Not a slippery mess waiting for a lawsuit to happen.

It’s time to break up. I’ll always cherish your pretty winters, but girl, I got to GO!

You’ll always be home, and I’ll always come and visit. Maybe even stay a summer, but it’s time we split.

See you soon,

With love!

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