It never fails in May

Every May i head up to NY and as i'm about to get ready to pack a few things, i open the closet doors and feel like i might cry. NY in may sucks, its not quite summer, and its not really warm and yet you don't want to whip out the same sweaters you wore up to NY i the winter. It involves days in the 60's which feels so good when you come from florida, where it was 95 out today, and yet nighttime is in the 50's. Jacket? Sweater? Closed toe shoes? Tee Shirt? How to not look like a tourist!

argggghhhhh!