The following year I hopped on a plane to spend Christmas with my family. I didn't realize I forgot to pack my coat until I walked out of Midway. My parents pulled up and clearly thought I was nuts. It was beautiful when I left, I didn't think about it!
Two years in, I was wearing a hat and wool coat once Fall hit.
It was probably 55 degrees at this year's December Nights (Balboa Park festival) and the Ocean Beach Christmas Parade, but it felt like it was 30. It sometimes doesn't feel like the holiday season without the snow, but I certainly bundle us up like a blizzard is coming. My fleece-wearing husband thinks it's hilarious.
Last night's trip to the Balboa Park Christmas Train was our last holiday event of the season. It was a quick loop and not as cold, so we went with hooded sweatshirts. As I rushed us back to the parking lot I thought about our dear friends and family experiencing one hell of a winter. Here I am blasting the heat in the car because it's 60, and they can't leave their homes.
I'm officially a wimp and deserve to be mocked endlessly. I can't imagine going to work when it's -50 with the wind chill and really hope the nightmare ends soon. In the meantime, we have room at the inn if anyone needs to escape!
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