Another page from my eBook about the humidity in New York City:
“After living in California for more than five years, mostly in North Bay area, little did I know that my immunity to the dank humidity of the east would be seriously eroded. Every single fucking day, I feel like this wilted flower; however, all my bonafide New Yorker friends keep saying to me:
‘What humidity? This?! That isn’t humid!’
and I say, ‘Right, like you would know…’
Well, my mom married a true born Californian, he was from SoCal, and for the decade that they were married, he would never stop complaining about the humidity. None of us could really understand why he would NEVER get used to it. I mean, after ten long years, you would think he’d start not noticing it.
Also, we would go visit California for weeks every now and then; but, never really fully experienced the lack of humidity to the point that we would notice it right away when we returned back east. Now, that I’ve spent more than a couple years without visiting back east, I see what he means.
Sadly, I’m a bit worried that, like him, even with a decade of being out here in the humid, I may never get used to it again. I’m hoping that the universe will help me out and prove me wrong in this regard. Then again, she might not.
But, realistically, fuck it. I’ll take the humidity if that’s what it takes for me to be at my happiest in New York.