Wednesday, March 25, 2009
There's No Place Like Home
I never "settled" all the years I lived on the west coast. Even after fifteen years in the Golden State, I still couldn't find a way to make myself feel at home there. California is so gorgeous, you would think anyone would love it. I tried so hard but was unsuccessful. The land wasn't right for me, obviously. I was unnerved by the earthquakes, the morning fogs and that sharp afternoon wind in San Francisco. I disliked the reality that I always had to have a sweatshirt or jacket because in San Francisco, it's never warm enough to go out in a teeshirt. Well, maybe three days of the year it is. I was perpetually cold in San Francisco. Also no fun was that I had no stamina for other weather conditions - visiting any place outside of California during real winters but especially during real summers, almost killed me. San Francisco turned me into a weather wimp. Isn't that sad?
I know there are seasonal shifts in California, but they were too subtle for me; I like four seriously dramatic seasons. Springtime in February always felt as wrong as the freezing cold summers in San Francisco, or the balmy days that inevitably accompanied the Christmas season. I loved California but it just didn't fit. Living there was like owning a beautiful pair of shoes you can't wear because they hurt your feet.
People who don't live here laugh at me when I say I love the weather in DC. It's not for everyone, I agree. But it would be hard to find anyone who could argue that spring in DC is anything but absolutely gorgeous.
Just this week, the pouffery has begun. Yesterday I saw so many cherry trees in bloom downtown. Mostly here on the Hill it's the pears and tulip magnolias that are pouffing, but the cherries will soon join the silly fluffy springtime fun. I'll be collecting images in the coming days and weeks that I'll publish here, documenting the breathtaking beauty of spring in this powerful, wounded, fascinating city I call home.
Happy spring, and L'chaim. Oh yeah!