When I announced we were moving to Chicago from Anchorage, Alaska, the response from friends and family immediately focused on the change in weather.
Many people told us we’d hate the cold winters in Chicago. So far, it’s been difficult not to laugh at that concept.
Anchorage barely got above zero last year in January. It’s been averaging a balmy 30 most days.
And yeah, the wind is brutal on the walk to the train station, but nothing like working in an Alaska village on a day that hits 55 below zero.
Today is supposed to be the worst commute day of the year, because of a storm known at an Alberta Clipper bearing down on the region.
So far, like the rest of winter here, it’s failed to live up to expectations.
Winter is rough anywhere you go. Some places are rougher than others.
It’s hard to make comparisons from one place to another until you’ve tried them all out.
I’ve got a few places to go before I can start making those comparisons.