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There’s nothing so lovely as a rainy day in September. I had a distinct memory pop into my head today of being a sophomore in college at the University of Michigan on just such a rainy September day as today. Trudging home in the rain from class, I’d stopped to pick up a few good magazines and some perfect rainy day snack foods (salt and vinegar chips and a soda, among other things). I got home, changed out of my rain-soaked clothes and cozied onto the couch in my dorm room. Snuggled up with snacks and flipping through the pages of magazines, I listened to the rain fall outside, turning to look out the window when the occasional leaf, knocked down by a raindrop, would catch against the glass of my window on its way to the ground. I remember dreaming of the a life in New York. I imagined what it would be like to work at one of the publishers of those magazines, or how amazing it would be to stride down the streets of New York dressed in perfect fall fashion like the women on the glossy pages in my hands. Of course, the reality of New York is very different from that little dream — especially on a rainy day. We all crowd into the humid subway cars flooded with rain carried in by umbrellas and drenched commuters. We navigate the terror of rainy streets — hoping to make it to our destination without losing an eye to the wayward spine of an umbrella. Everyone is a little grouchy because, the reality is, even in a city as great as NYC, the best place to be on a rainy day is home. At least, that’s my opinion :).