Every time I start thinking I could get used to living here, the weather does something else to prove to me that I’m definitely a transplant. Snow? In April? 10 days after 80-degree weather? What’s up with that?!?
The wind is incredible, there’s snow (not much, but still) on the ground, and I’m generally in a bad mood anyway (brought on by an allergy that messes with my moods rather than my breathing). The only good thing is that there’s sun.