I’d forgotten how much I loved the weather in California. Growing up in San Diego, it’s one of those things you took for granted: 70 degrees year round, perfect breezes, and not having to worry about your hair puffing up.
It’s a little different for me in Nor Cal. While it’s a little hotter, and the breezes a little stronger, yesterday was the perfect summer night for a bbq with family. The kind where you’re standing in the backyard soaking in the scent of freshly grilled sweet corn and the sizzle of the rib eye steak. The kind where you’re marveling at how long the days are getting. The kind where your hair doesn’t puff up, but blows around your face gently instead.
Summer is officially here, and for the first time in four years, I’m not dreading it.