this is my life. and i did it all to myself. you see, i've been on a quest to find the perfect place to plant roots, nest, and live the plan. i've lived on both coasts, outside, and in-between, and have firmly decided i am a west-coast girl. but with the brutal cost of living, taxes, and crime rates in so cal, the hubs and i packed our bags and moved to the pac nor (pacific northwest - that abbreviation sounds so much more lame than so-cal, right??).everyone warned us about the rain. "do you really want to be in a place where it rains ALL THE TIME?" i thought about it, and imagined myself falling asleep to soft thunder. i imagined myself cozied up by the fire with a wonderful book. i imagined romantic moments, walking in the city just as the clouds decided to open up and dump on us, and running sloppily for cover.
turns out, that's not the way it rains in the pac nor. it drizzles and sheets. and when its not drizzling, the sky remains a consistent shade of dull gray. not a dark enough gray to create a dark, moody atmosphere that feels almost electric. nor a light enough gray to feel hope that the sun just might grace us with its rays. nope. i can count on one hand the number of true thunderstorms - the kind i envisioned - we've had in the past year.
so, spring, i welcome you. i hope your april showers are sparse and your may flowers are abundant. because i'm over the gray skies and the drizzles.
