1. Nor’ Easters.
Snowmageddon, Snowpocalypse, Snowzilla, whatever you want to call it, New Englanders know you don’t mess around with a Nor’ Easter. We complain about the soul crushing cold, paralyzing winds and our entire world looking like it’s been attacked by a cracked-out Elsa from Frozen. We moan about the hours spent digging our cars out of 8 foot snow drifts and the agony when the plough comes by and socks us back in again. And woe be unto the neighbor who moves the garbage cans and beach chairs we put out to stake our claim on the parking spots we spent our lives digging out.
The thing is, once we’re snowed in, Nor Easters are actually pretty cozy. With the entire tri-state area shut down, there’s nowhere to go and nothing to do but pop open a bottle of wine, curl up on the couch and binge watch your favorite shows. Nor Easters are nature’s original Netflix and Chill.