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The Weather In Your City Is Never Going To Be Perfect So Stop Complaining About It

The Weather In Your City Is Never Going To Be Perfect So Stop Complaining About It

I’ll level with you and admit something - we’ve had some crap weather here the past couple of weeks. There is no denying that. But you won’t hear me complaining about it because that’s already being done by the rest of the 20-something population that lives in my neck of the woods. I’m constantly hearing something like this out of people’s mouths on the street, at bars, and in restaurants -

“Man, I’m so sick of this. I need to move to Calabasas or something.”

I can guarantee that you’ve heard some variation of those two sentences while staring out the window of a bar and watching rain or snow fall down onto the sidewalk outside. This is a topic of conversation that people bring up all over the country, but I feel as though it’s especially ture here in Chicago. This is a classic case of a classic case - comment on the shitty stuff around you and then when everything is peachy keen say nothing. Things are never good enough.

You might be in Chicago where it feels like it’s been rainy and a bit chilly for the past month. Maybe you’re in NYC or Philly where (at least I’ve been told) the sun just refuses to come out on the weekends. Or perhaps you’re down south in Texas or Florida, where the heat is so unbearable that you can’t do much of anything outside for more than a few minutes without becoming light headed and absolutely drenched in sweat.

My point is that wherever you live, the weather is never going to be one hundred percent flawless, and yet every day I hear someone in Chicago make a remark about how awful the weather is here and how they should just pack up their things and move west to Colorado or California. I’ve touched on how our generation seems hell bent on moving just for the sake of moving.

They bitch and moan about how for six months out of the year the cold is simply too much to handle, and yet whenever it’s gorgeous outside I’ll see that same person posting boomerangs of them on the train going over LaSalle Street, a caption reading something along the lines “So blessed to be living in this city.” I mean which is it? Do you love it or hate it here? You can’t bitch and moan about rain and then turn around the next day when it’s sunny outside and tell everyone how much you adore this place. I mean you can, but it’s fucking annoying.

I don’t know what it is about the weather turning from snow to no snow that gets people into these flighty moods, but I’ve noticed that at least here in Chicago, people are constantly talking about how they need to get the hell out of here and go to a coast.

If you’re reading this somewhere that isn’t Los Angeles, I’m sure you hear a similar tune every weekend from one of your friends as well. But it’s always just talk, isn’t it? Rarely does anyone ever actually get out of the current place that they’re in for the simulation that is LA or some other city that promises perfect weather year round.

Perhaps this is an indictment on our generation and not the commentary on weather that I thought this column was going to be when I started writing it. We’re never really content in the city that we live in, are we?

Constantly making backhanded remarks about how you can’t do anything when it’s “like this” outside, applying for jobs while on the clock at our current job and telling our friends that we’re really going to do it this time - “this is the year that I get out of [insert your city here] and make the move out West. I’m going to buy a weekend ski pass and then spend my summers hiking because that’s what I should be doing with my time.”

I think sometimes we all just need to take a few steps back and relish in where we’re currently at. Yeah, maybe your Saturday brunch plan got fucked because it’s pissing outside. The weather is never going to be perfect and that’s what I think people don’t realize when they cavalierly say that they want to pack up and move. Just chill out. The sun will eventually come out and you’ll be able to get that patio Instagram that you’ve so desperately been pining for.  

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