California and Massachusetts are completely at the opposite ends of the country. The people are different, the accents are different, but more importantly, the weather is different. Growing up in Boston, I am accustomed to the unpredictable New England temperature changes. Everyone around the world is aware of the fact that Boston has four seasons, but what many may not know, is the fact that Bean Town residence can experience all four seasons over a four day period. (On rare occasions, Bostonians can actually go through four seasons in one day!)
This winter is a first for me; unless I am forced to travel home for some unforeseeable emergency, I will not see any snow. (Contrary to popular belief, I am not planning a skiing trip to Utah, or Denver!)
I’ve always wanted to experience a warm winter and I must say it’s great. I have to admit, reading all of the wonderful status updates from cold Bostonians has been a pleasure. Especially since we finished watching the Playoff game on Saturday and walked to a nearby bar, afterwards. The time change has been a welcome adjustment, but the fact that we spent a great deal of the night in an outdoor rooftop lounge, in the middle of January, is, in the words of comedian Russell Peter’s, mind blasting; it blasted my mind! (Russell Peters is hilarious! Do yourselves a favor and watch his stand-up act!)
Although the temperature is almost ideal, in a way, I miss the snow. Just kidding! I’ve shoveled enough snow in my lifetime to be able to comfortably say, shoveling snow is like showing my work after each math problem in one of Sister John Mary’s hundred question work sheets; I don’t miss the experience!
Every time I begin to think about how weird it is to spend an entire winter without seeing snow, I quickly remind myself about having to shovel out two different Boston city blocks, during each snowfall. I get over the nostalgia pretty fast.
Another wonderful aspect of the Los Angeles weather is the fact that it barely rains. After years of planning cookouts and almost being forced to cancel because of rain, it will be a pleasure to know that every day is a good day to barbeque. I can’t forget a few years ago when I decided to plan a birthday cookout in the middle of April. (What is everyone doing this year for the 18th?) I was inspired by the fact that the previous Saturday’s temps reached the low 80s. Due to Boston’s unpredictable weather, the party was a challenge, the temperature was a frigid mid-40s and we were forced to move the festivities indoors. (Shootouts to the big dogs who manned up and continued to cook with their hoodies on; the food was amazing!)
Bostonians are trained to adjust to any weather condition at a moment’s notice. I come from a city in which the weather report gives you three different options as far as what clothing to wear on any given day. My major adjustment will be figuring out how the heck I am going to make it through the winter, given the fact that I completely forgot to pack my winter coats!
I don’t even think Los Angeles news stations have meteorologists!
A person would have to be insane to miss this!