I moved from Pennsylvania to Louisiana when I was a teenager, and was most bummed about losing out on snow boarding. Now when I’m out traveling, I get to explain how fun (and practical) “hurricane parties” are. Everywhere is strange when you’re a stranger I guess
True, but in the case of L.A. it’s a little weirder because you can see snow if you look at the mountains in the winter and it isn’t a very long trip to get to that snow, so it’s more of a by choice thing.
OK, that is kinda weird to me too. I haven’t been out that way yet, so I forget that there’s mountains right there too. And the more I think about it, the weirder it seems. Why wouldn’t the curiosity or even the novelty drive someone to try and go see what’s kinda right there? Maybe I just think snow is cool and am biased lol
Part of it, I think, is that you get so accustomed to the warm climate that you just hate being cold. When I first moved there, it was in the 60s and I had my windows open and the apartment manager stopped by and was shocked that I had the windows open when it was so cold out. And then within maybe 5 years, I felt the same way. And now I’m back in Indiana and, again, it took a few years, but now I’m back to opening the windows when it’s in the 60s and wearing shorts and a light jacket when it’s in the 50s.
But still, you would think curiosity would be enough to drive you to do it at least one time.
When I moved to L.A. from Indiana, I met people who had never seen snow up close. It was so weird to me.
I moved from Pennsylvania to Louisiana when I was a teenager, and was most bummed about losing out on snow boarding. Now when I’m out traveling, I get to explain how fun (and practical) “hurricane parties” are. Everywhere is strange when you’re a stranger I guess
True, but in the case of L.A. it’s a little weirder because you can see snow if you look at the mountains in the winter and it isn’t a very long trip to get to that snow, so it’s more of a by choice thing.
OK, that is kinda weird to me too. I haven’t been out that way yet, so I forget that there’s mountains right there too. And the more I think about it, the weirder it seems. Why wouldn’t the curiosity or even the novelty drive someone to try and go see what’s kinda right there? Maybe I just think snow is cool and am biased lol
Part of it, I think, is that you get so accustomed to the warm climate that you just hate being cold. When I first moved there, it was in the 60s and I had my windows open and the apartment manager stopped by and was shocked that I had the windows open when it was so cold out. And then within maybe 5 years, I felt the same way. And now I’m back in Indiana and, again, it took a few years, but now I’m back to opening the windows when it’s in the 60s and wearing shorts and a light jacket when it’s in the 50s.
But still, you would think curiosity would be enough to drive you to do it at least one time.
LA traffic kind of makes it a long trip unless you live on the outskirts.