Winters in South Florida are chilly, but temperatures never really drop that much.
I used to laugh at the people who’d wear North Faces and winter boots when we first moved down South, and now I’m the one wearing three layers every morning.
Of course the layers are peeled off by mid-afternoon, and I still wear flip flops. But, regardless of where I am, I still love (and miss) winters in NJ.
Let It Snow
I’ve always been a fan of winter, even when it gave me the blues.
Hot chocolate and yaniqueque have always been a must in the Lora household.
As a child, I’d play in the snow with my youngest brother for what seemed like hours. Then we’d make our way inside where my dad had already prepared a plate full of yaniqueques and a pot of hot chocolate.
The house would smell like hot oil because of the yaniqueques, but to me it symbolized winter.
I’ve always loved school, and learning has always been one of my favorite things to do. But when it came to snow days, I really enjoyed the time off.
It was a time when I’d get to snuggle up with a good book, one I had picked to read for the day.
I don’t know what it is about doing something because you really want to, but it’s so liberating.
I can’t remember the last time I had a day off like that. It might’ve been just before I hit high school.
Mornings By The Window
When I wasn’t reading, I’d take the time out to just stare out the window.
For me, one of the most relaxing things to do is watch the snow pile up. It’s amazing how with time, those little snowflakes gather to form mountains of snow.
They fall gracefully to the ground, only to be shoveled off to different parts, and mixed with other snow.
I really enjoyed watching my father clean the snow off the cars.
Once I had my own car, I’d go out and help dig ourselves out. Early mornings were always fun. Cleaning the cars and warming up the engine to make sure the car would be nice and toasty when we’d drive off.
Thick Sheets For Cold Feet
Keeping warm during the NJ winters was a must. We’d use thick sheets and fleece blankets to make sure we didn’t catch a cold.
Our home was built in 1910 and required oil to warm up the huge cast iron heaters. My parents would use it to dry a load (or two) of laundry. I think they still do this, even after switching to gas heat.
But on days when oil would get too expensive, we’d have to rely on thick socks and fleece blankets.
I didn’t mind because I was always cold anyway and practically walked around the house with a blanket.
Although winters in South Florida are nothing like the ones I have experienced in North Jersey, I will admit that I still get cold feet at night. There are even times when we have to put on the space heaters because the sheets aren’t enough.
It gets cold here, but never too cold for snow. And believe it or not, I miss winters in NJ and everything that we used to do as a family.
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