We used to love snow, we really did. And then we moved to the city. The snow of our childhood was idyllic white powder covering sweeping meadows. In contrast, snow in the city is a melting, sooty mess that is as awful to witness as it is to step in. Plus, you're guaranteed to have an absentee landlord on your block who skimped on the $5 dollars it costs to get their sidewalk shoveled, making muddy shoes and socks inevitable.

If you love snow and plan on jumping into the urban sprawl, we recommend bringing a picture of winter back home with you to the city, because you may never enjoy anything that falls from the sky again. Unless it's a meteor to deliver you from your pain. You can only hope.