Spring has grown on me immensely since I moved to New York. I think the winters have become so bitter that we ache for Spring to arrive as soon as humanly possible. As a New Yorker, you’re way more exposed to the outdoors, so the seasons matter a bit more. March especially has always been the toughest month because, year after year, it can never figure out what it wants to be. Sometimes it snows, sometimes it rains, some days it’s 62 degrees and the next I’m pulling out my parka.
I think my favorite part of any season changing, is the changeover of my closet. It’s such a tangible representation of the anticipated change coming out of one long season into the next. We’ve grown so restless for something different that we welcome the changing seasons with open arms. There’s something so miraculous about what the warmth brings to our every day mood.
I am ever-changing with the seasons, and am welcoming Spring with open arms.