Today, I was sitting at work, and I remembered how when I first moved to California I noticed all the differences. The way people spoke, the clothes they wore, the foods they ate. Before moving out here the words taco and burrito were only in my vocabulary when making fun of taco bell. I owned only one pair of shorts and I never really wore them because I thought I had chicken legs. The word gnarly was only something that the Ninja Turtles said when I was a kid. All of these Californiaisms have slowly become a part of my everyday life. It took me a while and I think the stubborn East Coaster in me wouldn't allow me to become a West Coaster, but sadly its starting to happen. The one thing I think that still makes me a New Yorker through and through is my love for the change of seasons. In Fall you drive through the forest to see the amazing colours on the leaves, in Winter you sit in the house and are thankful that you aren't outside in the freezing cold and snow. In Spring you are simply glad to see the sun in the sky after 3 months of miserable weather. An in the Summer you try as much as possible to hold on to those 3 months of nice weather before the cold starts to set in again. 24 years of experiencing the change in seasons has made me appreciate weather the good, the bad, and the wet. The 2 years of eternal sunshine in California have made me a little bitter to be honest. You see the sun is only great when you have a cloudy day to make you realize that there was a sunny day in the first place.  ¶ 10:41 PM