When Seattlest was 19, we decided it might be fun to leave our small southern town to head north for college. We chose a random school in Buffalo, New York, because it seemed like it would be a total change of pace—the second largest city in one of the largest states in the union, lots of Rust Belt charm, different weather patterns. Our sister sent us a story called "A Southerner Moves North," which talked about how the first couple weeks of snow were delightful and charming, magical, fun. By the end of the winter, the "southerner" is cursing the gods for their uncaring wrath and the evil that is the Snowplow Man. more ›