Week 23: Head in the clouds
A funny thing happens when you move to southern California.
You develop an entirely new perspective on sweatshirts and clouds. You start to really enjoy them — because they are so rare. You find yourself liking rain.
It is a severe understatement to say I have never been someone who likes winter. I like warm weather and sunshine, all day, every day. I loathe being cold, and I get depressed when I don’t have my daily dose of sunshine. Some of my friends joke (only half-joke) that I am part-plant.
But now that I live in a place where it is 75 and sunny a ridiculous percentage of the time, the exceptions have become enjoyable as well. It’s a very strange phenomenon for me to find myself excited about a rainy day (I can stay inside and read with a chai tea! I’ll make soup!) or the temperature is below 65 (I can wear an oversize sweater! And boots! Cozy!).
Really, this is the best of both worlds. Don’t get me wrong: I still love the sunny days. I do not get sick of them. I adore them. I love seeing the sun pretty much every day. I love all the vitamin D. I love being able to run outside pretty much every day. I love almost never needing to check the weather. I love it all even more because I work nights and can actually take advantage of the beautiful days.
But at the same time, I am now also excited about the occasional, surprising chilly or cloudy day. Those days provide a nice change of pace. They’re a chance to actually curl up in the sports-team blankets and T-shirt quilts I have accumulated over the years. They’re a rare occasion to binge-watch a TV show and not feel guilty about wasting a glorious day. They’re a good time to tackle a new recipe or read a book in one sitting.
Granted, this is easy for me to say because I still never have to deal with snow or hail or freezing temperatures or overcast skies for days (let’s be real, Chicago: months) on end. Not to mention, rain and clouds in L.A. are still incredibly rare (hello, drought crisis!), and after a handful of less than perfect days, I am more than ready to get back to the 75-and-sunny status quo.
But I think about this paradigm shift of mine, and it’s really quite neat. California has made me appreciate the bad weather days just as much as I love the good weather ones. As it turns out, living here has made me enjoy the weather every single day.
The list of reasons I love it here just keeps on growing, though I do miss a good night-time thunderstorm.
Currently reading: Bitter Is The New Black by Jen Lancaster
Currently watching: FRIENDS, season 10
Song of the week: REO Speedwagon’s “Roll With The Changes”
Plans for the weekend: Celebrating my roommate’s new job, going out for a friend’s birthday and running a Color Run 5K.