Syracuse winter survivor wants warmth

I've lived through thirty winters in Syracuse and I still haven't learned to love the snow but I've learned to survive it. I'm thirty, social worker for the county, and my job breaks my heart on a regular basis but I can't imagine doing anything else. I need someone who understands that some nights I come home quiet and that's not about him. Someone who can hold space without filling it with solutions. I drink tea not coffee, I prefer books to television, and I want a man who'll shovel my driveway without being asked and not expect a parade for it.