Last weekend, I gushed to friends and family, both in person and over the phone, about the beautiful spring Philadelphia was having. I even took it so far as to say that I actually wished for three or four more degrees in temperature. Well, about four days ago, I got what I was asking for, and now I’m wishing I could take back my words. I had forgotten how sticky and uncomfortable a warm day coupled with humidity could be. I’m not complaining, I know it could be a whole lot worse, but summer in Philadelphia always makes me ask what exactly made me leave the west coast.

Of course I remember exactly what I’m doing here when I find myself sitting outside on a friend’s porch, talking, drinking sangria and watching the people and traffic go by. And then I can’t imagine being anyplace else.

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