el verano escondido

you can rag on me all you want for romanticizing the northeast and its four seasons, but i am just so sick of the wind and the cold and the chill. in less than a week i'll be wrapped in eastern seaboard humidity, wearing t-shirts at night... and probably cursing it, wishing for the fog to roll in. has living in sf for a decade made me that thin-skinned? even worse -- it's made me nostalgic for wherever i'm not. sad.