Spring has been bashful this year in the Northeast, radiating with sunshine one minute, only to cover up with banks of clouds and dampening rain the next. New England weather—like Melbourne— can be as predictable as the Celtics during finals! Boston feels like it's meant to be dark and dank. If and when it gets hot, it seems like nobody knows what to do. Puffer jackets and woollen headwear have become the uniform, while t-shirts, shorts, and sunglasses look out of date. To me, it just feels like the kind of city where it’s easier to complain about the weather than embrace it. Growing up in Manchester, where weather-bashing is an art form, I can certainly relate.