Cold weather. I really, really, really miss cold weather. Right now, it’s approximately a hundred degrees outside where I live, and it probably won’t cool down that much until October. And even then, it could hit ninety again in the middle of January. And I hate it.
I honestly think that’s the thing I miss most about Boston. Okay, maybe it’s second to all the history. But the cold weather was amazing. People used to assume I hated it because I was from Southern California, but I couldn’t get enough. Fall that actually requires sweaters? Yes please! And snow? I don’t care how difficult it makes things, I think it’s beautiful and I could live in it (if frostbite wasn’t a thing). I literally used to take long walks every time it started snowing.
I am not someone who likes the heat. I’d be insanely happy living somewhere that never got above seventy degrees (Fahrenheit). One of the reasons I’m thinking about moving to Seattle after I graduate is the weather; I was there (actually Whidbey Island off the coast) at the beginning of July and everyone was complaining about the heat wave. And it was only eighty-two degrees.
I love the rain, I love the snow, I love when you go outside and your face gets all red because of the freezing wind. But instead, I’m stuck living in what is technically a desert in the middle of an epic drought. I would give anything for a snow storm right now. Hell, I’d settle for hail (which is what we get in So Cal and it sucks).