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05 November 2006
It's official: I'm never leaving L.A. I just got back from the beach. In November. And I have a little sunburn!
That's unnatural. I lived in Miami, where I could and did cavort naked on the beach in November, but I still hated the place. Locales without winter upset me.
Oh, I miss the change of seasons, in a way -- having grown up in Colorado and Wyoming (and then spent most of my adulthood in the midwest), it's impossible not to miss having a proper fall, and the happy briskness that comes with first few weeks of winter. But days like today, when I'm watching my nephews frolic in the surf while I sit around making plans for Thanksgiving, make it all worth it. I've totally taken the blue pill that is SoCal.
Which beach?
My dad used to stand in front of me when I went on the swings at Will Rogers state beach and hold up his hand until I pumped high enough to touch it.
What jonmc said. I lived in LA for 4 years and I got so depressed each "fall" when I didn't feel the crisp air and in the winter when I couldn't bundle up or smell the coming snow.
I am so excited for my first winter in our new home in Vermont. Can't wait to break out the snowshoes.
It isn't just about temperature. I just find that I crave the anticipation of the coming seasons. Come March I will be craving Spring. Then I will look forward to summer, and then start craving the change of the leaves, and then the snow again. I seem to need to look forward to these things. When I was in LA, it was always 72 and sunny... except when it was raining and houses were sliding down hills.
Native angelena--and there ARE seasons, albeit more subtle. LA's climate is Mediterreanean (cool and foggy in the evening), not desert--something my grandfather's family didn't realize when they left Cleveland (originally from Belarus) because two siblings had contracted TB.
fuck seasons, and fuck snow. i hate freezing my ass off every winter, and im sick of perpetual darkness. im hate seeing only black, white, and brown for 4 months a year. how bleak and dreary! i like colors and green stuff and flowers and animals. winter hurts! being outside shouldnt be a (literally!) painful experience. what the fuck is wrong with you people