A few nights ago, I was out having a drink at one of my favorite local watering holes (a place that probably would prefer I refer to it as a restaurant/lounge), and I started talking to a guy who had moved out to Oakland from Washington DC (without stopping in Iowa first).
“You know what I miss?” he said. “I miss summer dresses. And I really miss the Spring, when it’s been all icy and cold and everyone emerges from it and it’s beautiful.”
And I said, “Yeah, but to get that you have to have the icy and cold part. So I don’t miss that.”
And I thought about my crazy weekend of apartment hunting just before I moved out here, and how one of the women living in an apartment I looked at had moved out here from Massachussets, and she said she didn’t miss the snow and the cold at all, either.
“You know what we have here?” she said. “Three seasons of Spring, and then something that’s sort of like Fall. It’s basically the same weather most of the year.”
And I said, “That? Sounds perfect.”
Besides, I can wear the summer dresses when I go visit people in places where summer dresses are more appropriate. All good.