It’s August, and we’re not looking at a reprieve from these hot temps until probably mid-October. Last year I remember when it “snowed” we still had leaves on the trees, and some of them were still green. What. The. Heck. That’s just not right. El Paso weather just does not follow what I believe to be the perfect course of events, you know…. Summer. Fall. Winter. Spring. Well, it does, just not with the mercury I’d like.
Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE is talking about how they can’t wait for cooler temps (uhh 80’s in October just isn’t right), bonfires (mostly illegal), sweaters (I might have a few in my closet) and blankets (ok, sometimes I purposely make it cold in here so I can use a blanket. Don’t judge).
Sighhh. I loved last winter here. We did get a little “snow”, but the sad part was that it was gone really fast and you do NOT want to venture out, even the few miles to the store, because you will probably either get in an accident or have to drive 5 mph. It’s sad. At least in Illinois people know a little bit more about driving in inclement weather.
The truth is, I’ve seen the desert and now I’d like to see another climate. Washington or Colorado preferably. I mean, if the Army’s gonna be paying our way for the next 3.5 years (yes! we’re almost half way through!) then I want to see more than the desert. Stomp stomp. Pout pout.
It’s just that my love of knitting/crafting, sweaters, hot beverages, and blankets are not compatible with this climate. Desert, I’m sorry.. it’s not you, it’s me.
I’m even pining after football, which is weird. You can’t really miss something you’ve never really liked, can you?!
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don’t forget, i fucking love you. if i didn’t have stupid student loans i’d have enough monies to come visit you. you’re my favorite older sister. xoxoxoxoxo