Fourteen years ago, my tall brother left New England for California, and in doing so, gave up on ever experiencing seasons again, for his entire life. I say this fully aware of the weird, sad way that people out there think they have seasons. California people: you don’t have seasons. You have droughts, and earthquakes, and wildfires, and those things are terrible. They are not the same as seasons, which are amazing.
Hey there Internet,
Welcome to my new blog!
Wow. That’s…that’s literally all I’ve got. “Welcome to my new blog.” Phh, some writer I’m turning out to be.