Look at this sky.
It's pretty much the perfect sky to represent perfect weather. I have tons of photos just like this. California is paradise.
I was afraid I would miss the seasons Tennessee has to offer. I will never forget my first Tennessee autumn. Seeing the trees seemingly combust in bright orange and red was amazing after a childhood spent in perpetual Florida summers. I didn't know trees could do that. Heck, I didn't know there were trees other than palms and pines. I quickly fell in love with the snowy winters, the balmy springs, and crisp falls. Humid Tennessee summers are unbearable. Nobody likes those.
But then I moved to Southern California and fell in love with the mildest of climates. Here, it rarely ever escapes the 70s, there is a constant coastal breeze, and the sky. Oh my, the sky. I think I fell in love with the sky first. It's so, so blue.
And for the winter lover in me, the temp drops considerably at night calling for fleece jammies and the heat to be turned on. California is cold at night.
I find myself going outside all the time. We are obsessed with the perfect weather. Us and the rest of California's residents. Love, love, love the mountain and the beach in the same view. Perfection, I tell you.
It only took 3 months, but I am officially hooked on California's weather. It really is perfect.