I am a Pacific Northwesterner at heart; born & raised. I spent my childhood puddle jumping in rainboots and romping through muddy trails in shorts and a t-shirt despite 50 degree temps.
As a 24 year old I was sick and tired of the gloom, so we escaped to a place where the sun shines 365 days a year. Literally. There might be a few days each year where we don't see the sun.
This is what greets me when I look up.
And I never thought I'd say this, even five years later, but I miss the clouds. I miss the excuse to curl up under a blanket and sip hot tea. I miss counting down the months til summer, the excitement to bust out flip flops and bermudas in May, the long runs in misty fog, the latte's that don't make me drip with sweat.
Maybe it's that I'm pregnant this Fall, (which I've never been pregnant in the Fall before), & I am about 10 degrees hotter than the average human being... buuut I think I'm done with sunshine. Just for a little while. Even just a day would be nice; I'm not asking for much. A little drizzle, gray skies and a legitimate reason to wear shoes and a hoodie. Heck, I'll even take a downpour, but it needs to last more than an hour, k?
I'll even stop whining about never having tasted a Pumpkin spice latte.'