Or is it rainy days and Mondays always get me down? Usually it's the former, but after a week of this rain and no end in sight, I'm leaning towards the latter. And after yet another dreary day in the city, what's better than a bowl of soup?
I worked my first full week at the new job last week and it rained every single day. And not just little showers, full on storms - pelting rain, driving wind and a chill in the air more reminiscent of October than May. In the afternoons, when it wasn't chilly, the air hung stale and heavy with humidity; making each breath on my walk to the subway suffocating.
I have a love hate relationship with the city. I've learned that we are, in the most literal sense, fair weather friends. Unless it's sunny and hovering in the low 70's, I haven't much use for Manhattan and she, likewise, isn't altogether kind to me. Rain and humidity make me wonder why I bother to do my hair each morning. When summer comes the stifling heat in the subway will render any make up I've applied completely useless. And winter - I'm already dreading the bone chilling winter and we've barely begun spring. But, Manhattan isn't without her charms. The draw of Broadway, the street corner cafes, the wine bars and beer gardens, the quaint streets of the west village, the insomniatic nightlife - all attributes I love to love. And, once the weather isn't so gloomy, I plan on loving them fully! In the meantime, though, I think I'll curl up with a bowl of soup, dry and comfy on the couch, and listen to the rain.
