There’s a Reason I’m a Southern Gal

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I live in the south for a reason. That reason has nothing to do with culture, traditions or even a deep commitment to my southern roots. It’s a simple reason really, I HATE COLD WEATHER. Yep, not a fan of anything to do with the cold like blustery winds, icy breath, cold hands or chapped lips. I avoid it like the plague and when it does get cold, I am the girl you see who is not wearing a coat because, well, that is the real reason I hate the cold: COATS.

Coats are not comfortable nor are they easy to wear. I mean you have to find one that is large enough to fit layers of warm clothes underneath yet doesn’t make you feel 25lbs heavier. And that’s hard because when you are shopping for said coat, you’re typically not layered up, so you either get one TOO big or TOO small. Oh sure you can find a super cute coat… on the hanger!! But when you put it on over your winter clothes, you feel like the kid brother from A Christmas Story (yes, that kid who cannot put his arms down because he’s so bundled up!) Sure it’s funny on TV but not so much when it’s you… in real life.

I do my every loving best to avoid any city where I have to wear a coat because let’s pretend you find a super cute coat that fits great (work with me here people) once you get where you are going, you have to take said coat off and put it somewhere. All good so far, but then you leave (and if you are me) you get home only to realize your coat did not travel home with you… um, awkward. Yes I’m an adult and no, apparently I cannot keep up with my clothes. Then not only have I lost my super cute coat but I lose all kinds of face with my kids because don’t forget I’m the one who spent YEARS fussing at them for not being able to keep up with their book bag, shoes, phone, keys, COAT.

So, saving face may be the real reason you’ll find me living and loving a city that’s winter temps hover in the “you don’t need a coat” zone. A city where I can get away with just wearing cute winter clothes and normal shoes. A city where my only outside winter activity can be accomplished with running tights, wool socks and a few layered shirts. A city where cold simply means I can pull out my boots and skinny cords. Yes, dear friends, I live in the south for a reason: I cannot keep up with my coat. But do me a favor, don’t tell my sons, K?

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