So. Warm.

While the rest of the United States is looking like the never-ending winter of Narnia, I've been experiencing my first week in San Diego. Sunny, not-a-cloud-in-the-sky San Diego. I'm so not used to this constant blue sky thing they've got going on here. In Potsdam, NY (where I go to school) even when it's not snowing, it's cloudy. Those rare days where we get a peak of sunshine are few and far between. Am I right Clarkson students?

And I almost miss it. Well, mostly, I miss the shade. There is none here, at least not near me at work. Every day I've gone for a walk around town during lunch, and each time I kick myself for forgetting my sunglasses in NY. I'm not used to the constant barrage of sun rays beating down on my face. And the lack of trees is particularly unsettling for someone whose grown up within a quarter mile of some kind of wooded area at all times. And no, palm trees don't count. Sorry.

I know I shouldn't complain. I'm in the warmest part of the country right now. People are actually DYING from the cold right now. Which brings me to my next point...

CITIZENS OF SAN DIEGO: You are NOT cold. You do not need to stay inside to keep warm. It is 60 freaking degrees outside, with a slight breeze. That is beautiful weather! I absolutely love going for a walk during the day. And driving with the window down. And wearing SHORTS again! I can get a glare off my pasty-white legs, but I don't care. Because I'm not getting hypothermia wearing them. But I see people in town wearing pants, long sleeves, jackets, sweatshirts, etc. I even saw a woman wearing a ski jacket inside CVS last night. I barely wore my ski jacket when I was actually skiing. Ya know, in snow? That white, cold thing you don't get here. I think I'm little homesick. I want to make a snowman.