Uhm. . .about the snow and driving. New Hampshire (and those who live right on the border with New England, west of 495) gets about 4 blizzards a year, give or take. Our last year there, we got, I think, 6, including one in mid-April. Yes, members of my family went swimming in Louisiana the day I drove home in a heavy, wet, spring blizzard in Northern Massachusetts.
It is not like driving in rain. Two very different skill sets. It is doable, and it is a skill you acquire, but it is unlike anything you've ever experienced. And if you have to drive anywhere when the roads are iced over. . .if I die and go to hell instead of heaven, I already know my eternal punishment will consist of driving on black ice in the middle of the night in the mountains forever. Trust me, I am intent on living a good life.
And what people call "cold" in Florida is NOT cold. That is Nice Weather in New Hampshire. Your coldest day in Florida is short sleeves weather in New Hampshire. You know that heavy leather jacket you call a winter coat? That's a mid-fall, mid-spring jacket in New Hampshire. In winter, you wear a parka. For 3 months. Every. Single. Day.
You will never get warm from about late November until early/mid March unless you are standing in a hot shower or sitting in your own car.
I am not joking.
I was not joking about going and standing in a walk-in freezer. Bring a book. Sit and read for an hour. Imagine being that cold and unable to escape without the use of modern transportation to another place.
Okay, back to the snow. In the end, I saved up days-off and just stayed at home during blizzards if I knew the blizzard would be bad that day. A couple of times I thought it wouldn't be as bad as it turned out to be and paid for it. My hour commute was a 3 - 6 hour commute in a blizzard. You just cannot drive fast in a blizzard, and if it's a spring blizzard, you have to stop and scrape the ice off your windshield, your tire wells, and various other parts of your vehicle every few miles, because the slush builds up fast.
Blizzards are just beautiful the day after they stop. We had a big open meadow with a boulder in the middle of it. It was soooo pretty the day after a blizzard. The dogs knew and respected our property boundries, so we'd let them go run the meadow. The GSD would bound ahead, and the BC would follow in her trail. All we'd be able to see in those 16 or more inches of snow the blizzard had left would be the white plume of her tail.
The sky would be a sharp, frozen blue and the snow would be so white that it seemed to be a muted reflection of the blue of the sky. It glistened and crystaled as we played in it all day.
Then there was the shovelling. DH had a snow blower, but around the cars and on the old brick walkway that lead to our front door, we had to shovel. Shovelling was hard work! Scoop heavy snow, toss heavy snow someplace cars won't drive. Repeat for several hours.
And then, that beautiful, lovely snow? If it was a December or January snow, the chances were that we would still be looking at that same snow in Feburary and March. And after a few days, it isn't pretty. It turns brown and then black with soot and dirt and pollution. It's ugly and when the sun hits the snow, it melts a little. That night, the water freezes. It's ugly and it isn't really fun to play in and you're stuck with it for months.
And during that time? You won't be able to feel your toes very often. They'll be too cold, even in your heavy weight, high denier snow boots.
But then spring will come and snowdrops will push through the snow, and after a spring snowfall, even the tulips will appear under a frosting of white. Finally the spring leaves begin to unfurl. Long after your Florida friends have already graduated to summer, you will be wearing sweaters and enjoying the ephemeral beauty of spring. In June, it will seem like the whole world is a sylvan paradise. If I die and go to heaven, I think I will go to an old New England home set on the side of a hill in a meadow with deep dark woods on either side and it will be June forever. The forest is a lovely dark, cool green and the brooks babble with crystal water that tumbles over dark, mossy boulders. Everything beautiful is in bloom and if you find the remains of an old orchard, you can smell the fruit growing. The sunlight is bright and the entire world rejoices in the warm weather and the cool nights and you will wonder in June that you ever, ever would want to live anywhere else.
I like to say that in New England, summers are beautiful and positively ephemeral, but that you pay for those summer with hellish winters.
So don't delude yourself that the cold won't be so bad. It will be. It will be miserable and long and very, very dark, and you will understand why they sell so much liquor at the stores.
But, God, the summers are worth it.