The longer I live in LA, the more I feel California creeping into my soul. Why yes, avocado toast is delicious. And of course we should go to the beach in February. I don’t get out of bed for less than a 4.4 on the Richter scale.
But then I see the national headlines of impending winter doom (also known as the bomb cyclone) hitting my beloved East Coast. And my first thoughts are not about how grateful I am for my usual 75 and sunny forecast or the palm tree dotted ocean view out my office window. But rather that I’d love nothing more than to be making snow angels, sipping hot cocoa by a fire, or bundled up to my neck in all the cable knits L.L.Bean has to offer.
And I realize that I will never truly be a California girl. Sorry West Coast – my heart will always belong to another.