So, to cure myself I went here:
And I had to do disgusting stuff like play tennis
My parents were there and did that thing they do where they
reserve a giant, fancy room for a small dinner party.
There was so much matching going on.
This was my attempt to be casual.
Unfortunately I chose a night where we went to a fancy restaurant.
So as you can see I was cured of my missing Wet, Cold, American, NY Winters
I was also cured of my paralyzing fear of grabbing hands, as you can see.
Not even the least bit affected by the hand that I later had to stab.