Autumn makes me ache for New York City. This is the best time of year there, it always seems storybook-like to me. The leaves turning and time to get out your sweaters and boots and scarves. I love how my nose gets cold and pink. Darting into the nearest Starbuck's (one on every corner!) to warm up. I love cuddling up under the comforter for the night with one window cracked just to keep the air moving. Of course, when I lived with 80 plus year old Frances, she didn't like it when the wind made the door rattle and wanted me to stick a kleenex in the door to keep it from moving. She even offered to show me exactly how to fold it up.
The one thing I didn't have in New York that I have here (other than privacy) is the electric heater in my bathroom. My apartment has a tendency to be very drafty, so it is a benefit on cold mornings. I pad into the bathroom and turn on the heater, then get back into bed for a little bit while the bathroom warms up. After my shower I inevitably end up getting too warm and have to crack the window. Or turn on the air conditioning.
It was like that on the subway, too. I always had a significant amount of trouble with temperature control. It could be freezing outside and I would always end up with sweat stains under my arms from being on the subway in my coat. It was a daily battle trying to figure out what to wear, what to bring, if I remembered to shove my umbrella in my bag. Living in New York is difficult like that - even small things are hard to do. But, oh, how I miss the struggle.