Don't worry, marinerd. I still think Seattle weather sucks. I went there for a day with my parents once a couple of years ago, and at the end of the day, I couldn't believe I'd wasted three hours of my life in a car and another five hours in some crappy, overcast city where water and cold form this unholy alliance, almost leaking out of the brick-walled buildings and fomenting a kind of green scum over every stone object. When we arrived at whatever dismal, nondescript parking lot we found ourselves in, I pulled my sunglasses out of my pocket like I usually do, put them on, took a look around, sighed heavily, and put them back in my jacket pocket. It was going to be that kind of day. I think I started getting SAD the minute I stepped foot out of the van.

If UK weather is anything like that, I can see why my ancestors moved. To Boston, but hey, they moved.

So hey, Californians, go ahead! Move to the beautiful Pacific Northwest! Enjoy the open space, the rustic beauty, and the novelty of four (okay, three: no summer to speak of) genuine season!

Just don't blame me when you move back in five years, bitter and disillusioned and suddenly happy to sit in commuter traffic for an hour because it's 75 degrees outside and it's not even April yet, barely making a rent payment that's just as large as the aborted mortgage on your house "up north."



*steps down from soapbox sheepishly and crawls in a corner with face to wall*

never mind.