I know. I live in Connecticut. I’m supposed to love winter. Snowy postcards. Cozy vibes. Hallmark-movie energy. But let me be very clear: I hate the cold. I always have.
Growing up in Connecticut, I actually loved the snow. Snow days were magic. Waking up to a quiet, white world. Hearing school was canceled. Pulling on snow boots and mittens that never quite kept my fingers warm. Coming inside soaked and frozen for hot chocolate and dry socks. That part of winter in Connecticut felt fun and carefree.
Adult winter?
Absolutely not.
Cold Connecticut winters hit differently once you’re grown – and especially once your body starts chiming in with opinions. Everything aches more. The cold feels damp and heavy. It settles into your bones and refuses to leave. I genuinely feel better when I’m warm – less stiff, less sore, less “why does this joint hurt today?”
And let’s talk about the roads.
Drivers in Connecticut can be a little … ambitious when the roads are dry. Add snow, sleet, or freezing rain, and it becomes a whole different level of stress. We just had a big snowstorm, and it was the perfect reminder: cold, wet, messy, and full of white-knuckle driving. Nope. Still not a fan.
Which brings me to Florida ☀️
I have always known that warm weather suits me better. Two of our three kids went to college in Florida – and stayed. They live and work there now, building their adult lives in the sunshine. Honestly? I get it.
We vacationed in Florida frequently when the kids were growing up, so it always felt familiar to them. Easy. Comfortable. Sunshine, flip-flops, warm evenings, and a pace of life that just feels lighter. Every time we visit, I feel it immediately. My body relaxes. My mood improves. I sleep better. Warmth does wonders for my bones, my energy, and my overall well-being.
That’s why moving to Florida someday doesn’t feel like a pipe dream – it feels like a plan.
Now, to be fair, there are a couple of things I enjoy about winter in Connecticut.
I love wearing sweaters.
I love curling up under a blanket.
I love a cozy night in with comfort food simmering on the stove.
And … that’s about it.
Once I’m bundled up and settled in, winter can stay outside and do its thing without me. I’m counting down to spring the minute the first snowflake falls.
So yes, I am officially a summer girl living in a cold-weather state, dreaming of sunshine, palm trees, and a life where my bones don’t protest the temperature. Connecticut has been home for a long time, but Florida keeps calling – and someday, I fully plan to answer.
Until then, I’ll be here, surviving snowstorms, driving carefully, layering up, and reminding myself that warmth is coming … even if it’s still a few seasons away 🌴💛
