I’m a big time sufferer of seasonal affective disorder. My love for New York, the vibrant culture, the people here, the raging ambition and passion and my proximity to family are the reasons why we stay. Sometimes however, I dream about living in a sunny place with blossoming trees and nature walks in proximity to a cute city with cafes. That’s most likely never going to happen so I’ll just have to muscle through winter after winter here. After looking at these photos of the winter in Siberia though, I feel like I’m living on a Caribbean island!