I remember a couple years ago, I was in Seattle riding the bus home when it was 90+ degrees out. In retrospect, I was dramatic, but for a few minutes, I honestly wondered if I’d survive that bus ride. I was sweaty. The bus was packed full of sweaty people. Traffic was not moving. Air was not circulating. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Although we weren’t at a designated bus stop, the driver opened the doors and nearly everyone filed off. I walked several blocks in the still heat, just grateful to be off that bus. When I finally got home, I took a cool shower, dressed in a loose cotton dress, and parked it in front of a fan.
The great Seattle heat wave lasted about 48 hours. I was so happy to dip back down to a reasonable high of 85, but the way I felt on that bus sticks with me.
So you could say I’m not a fan of New York’s 90+-degree days. I don’t mean to whine about the temperature. I know I’m not the only one who is miserable. And I got a nice break of Seattle weather for four glorious days. As soon as I stepped off the plane at JFK, I felt the hot, hot heat. I’m not sure if it was a coincidence or a cruel joke, but as I waited at baggage claim, “Hot Child in the City” was playing. I seriously considered an immediate departure back to Seattle.
But this blog is all about painting a portrait of New York life, so I’m going to do just that. It’s hot. Even my toothpaste feels warm in my mouth. Any movement at all results in feeling sticky sweaty. It’s like I just ran a 5K on a normal day, only with none of the benefits of cardio exertion.
My apartment is warm. We have window A/C units in our bedrooms only. My roommates and I have been keeping our doors closed and hiding out in our rooms as much as possible. I turn the A/C off when I leave and only run the fan to save on electricity. Any clothes I have on feel like too much. I have a couple loose, cotton dresses, which are great. Shorts and t-shirts feel too heavy. I don’t even want to consider pants. Today, I left the house in shorts and a cami, which is usually only worn under layers or sometimes to bed. On Thursday I took three showers – one before work, one after work before class and one more before bed. I’m trying to keep it to two per day.
The ladies at my office have been showing up with shorter and shorter hemlines. We’ve all stopped caring. I was warned that New York gets downright inappropriate in the summer.
I did some research and found that on a typical year, New York gets about 15 days over 90 degrees. I don’t know how many we’ve already had, but I’m guessing it’s close. But just like the rain in Seattle doesn’t stop us from living life, heat won’t either. I’ll dress light and bring water.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.