I am among a rare group of "native" San Diegans. Unlike permanent snow birds, I was born and raised right here in San Diego. Growing up here I became accustomed to outdoor malls, fresh tortillas, fish tacos, and sand on the floor of the car at all times. It wasn't until I got older that I realized how spoiled rotten living here has made me for any place else, especially in the winter.
It's kind of hard to explain, so let me just give you some examples...
- When I say it's "freezing" out, I'm referring to a temperature within the range of 51 and 57 degrees. 58-67 F is "cold", and if it ever dropped below 51 degrees, I'd probably refuse to leave the house.
- I turn on my heater twice a year. I've never even seen a furnace.
- My "winter coat" is a sweatshirt.
- When it hails, I text everyone I know. Then, I run out outside, collect as much ice as I can, and stash it in the freezer as a collectible.
- If there are rain sprinkles in the forecast, I do all my errands the day before, then sit home and "wait it out".
- Scarves are just a fashion statement.
- Pulling out my "winter wardrobe" means buying socks.
- I think rain boots and snow boots are the same thing. I own neither.
- Once there was frost on my windshield. Fourteen years ago. It was obviously a monumental moment.
- My air conditioner is running at this very moment. It's December.
- Any amount of precipitation warrants a county-wide "Storm Watch".
- Dressing in layers means putting a sweatshirt over my tank top.
- I don't even understand what "winter tires" are.
- I can't leave Christmas candy in the car or it will melt.
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