Seattle?
Is not a rainy place.
I have been nothing but disappointed in the weather here.
I arrived in early April, when it was still gray and misty, but rarely rained. I was sad, because I’d been so excited for the rain, but I was assured it would return in the fall. Then, quickly, it was summer, and it doesn’t rain all summer at all in this city. Every day is sunny and clear. It’s awful when all you wanted from this city was endless rain. And I was so very, very excited for it to be September, when I assumed the rain would arrive in ceaseless torrents. It is now late November, people, and it hardly ever rains here still. It is occasionally cloudy and/or chilly, but, in general, it is relatively clear and warm enough that I can still wear short sleeves without being too terribly uncomfortable. I’m serious. In late November. This is ridiculous. I was lied to.
I have a theory that Seattle people make up lies about how rainy and cold it is here, to dissuade all of California from moving here. They like that they’re not over-populated. They like their laid-back, flannel, brunette, granola culture. They don’t want the rest of the world to know how freaking gorgeous and sunny and crisp and clear and beautiful it is here, even in late November. Except, for me, it worked in reverse. I moved here because I wanted a rainy climate, and have been so devastated to learn that, in reality, it hardly ever rains here.
Maybe it will get rainier in December. A girl can hope, right?
