Last week I was back east and completely forgot that it was fall. It was really beautiful and made me realize how much I miss the seasons. That being said, I only need to experience those seasons for two weeks. After that, I’m good. I go home for Christmas every year for about 2 weeks and I always fall in love with the weather as soon as I step off the plane. I love how brisk the air is and how I can finally wear my winter jacket and how beautiful the woods are after a snowfall. But after 2 weeks, I think, “My feet are wet. My face is cold. I’m sweating like crazy. Fuck this, I miss LA.”
I wish LA could have 2 hardcore weeks of Fall and Winter and then back to the sunshine.