Let's Talk About The Weather
There are people who love living in Los Angeles. They do exist.
Ask them why and you'll get a list of things--the juice of living in the city where the world's amusements are made, the proximity to coast and mountains, the multicultural landscape. There is, however, one constant. One thing that goes not just on every list, but directly on the top of them.
The weather.
For some unknown reason, the people who choose to live here consider the weather outside to be an immense, dealbreaking, insurmountable factor in their daily lives. Far moreso than people in the northeast who, you know, actually have some.
Hazy in the morning, burning off by mid afternoon, high of 75. Or 85, or whatever. It's sunny ALL THE TIME. Big fucking deal.
"How about some variety?" you ask these converted Angelenos. "How about giving some days over to the unbelievable beauty of a crisp autumn day? Or some warm rain in the summertime?"
"Sure," they say. "We love all that. We love going home for the weekend in October and seeing some of that." And they shake their heads. They shiver for a moment. And then every one of them says the following sentence verbatim:
"It's just that...I can't take the winter."
Pussies. Every one of them. Having been raised in Central New York (I always say Central New York because I won't refer to Upstate New York. Upstate New York makes New York City the reference point for the entire state, and we are oh-so-much more than that.) I can tell you that snow and cold are pains in the ass. Having lived near Chicago for four years after that, I acknowledge that four months of winter will get on your nerves. Having lived in Southern California for a long time now, I can say that I could do winter standing on my head. Easy. Piece. Of. Cake.
And now I'll get a chance. It looks like I'm about to take a job that will move me back east until the end of December, starting in the beginning of June. The good news is that it is six months of steady employment. The really good news is that I'll be working ten minutes from my brother. The really, really good news is that he and I will be hanging out together for most of a baseball season.
The bad news is basically only for my sister-in-law.
Believe it or not, I will miss Los Angeles. That is to say, I will miss my friends in Los Angeles. I'll try to come back at least a couple of times during my exile, so it isn't a long goodbye.
In the meantime, I can't wait for my first thunderstorm.
Ask them why and you'll get a list of things--the juice of living in the city where the world's amusements are made, the proximity to coast and mountains, the multicultural landscape. There is, however, one constant. One thing that goes not just on every list, but directly on the top of them.
The weather.
For some unknown reason, the people who choose to live here consider the weather outside to be an immense, dealbreaking, insurmountable factor in their daily lives. Far moreso than people in the northeast who, you know, actually have some.
Hazy in the morning, burning off by mid afternoon, high of 75. Or 85, or whatever. It's sunny ALL THE TIME. Big fucking deal.
"How about some variety?" you ask these converted Angelenos. "How about giving some days over to the unbelievable beauty of a crisp autumn day? Or some warm rain in the summertime?"
"Sure," they say. "We love all that. We love going home for the weekend in October and seeing some of that." And they shake their heads. They shiver for a moment. And then every one of them says the following sentence verbatim:
"It's just that...I can't take the winter."
Pussies. Every one of them. Having been raised in Central New York (I always say Central New York because I won't refer to Upstate New York. Upstate New York makes New York City the reference point for the entire state, and we are oh-so-much more than that.) I can tell you that snow and cold are pains in the ass. Having lived near Chicago for four years after that, I acknowledge that four months of winter will get on your nerves. Having lived in Southern California for a long time now, I can say that I could do winter standing on my head. Easy. Piece. Of. Cake.
And now I'll get a chance. It looks like I'm about to take a job that will move me back east until the end of December, starting in the beginning of June. The good news is that it is six months of steady employment. The really good news is that I'll be working ten minutes from my brother. The really, really good news is that he and I will be hanging out together for most of a baseball season.
The bad news is basically only for my sister-in-law.
Believe it or not, I will miss Los Angeles. That is to say, I will miss my friends in Los Angeles. I'll try to come back at least a couple of times during my exile, so it isn't a long goodbye.
In the meantime, I can't wait for my first thunderstorm.
posted by Matthew at 2:58 AM
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