Hi.

I'm Sarah, a Seattle- based writer, artist, yogi, dog-lover and outspoken feminist. I like books, wine, and gray days. Hope you'll stay and hang out for a while!

She wanted storms

There's not a lot I don't love about living on the west coast. Laid-back atmosphere, lots of hippies and liberals, tattoos and yoga, craft beer, boatloads of amazing food, the best wine to be had in the US, legal marijuana...the list goes on and on. I've lived in a lot of places, and I feel pretty safe saying the west coast takes the cake.

That said, I was born and raised in the midwest and the northeast, and there's one thing I do miss, and it's never more on my mind than in the hottest part of the year: thunderstorms. Here in Seattle, they're practically nonexistent. Once in a while, we'll hear a couple of claps of thunder (which shock us because we've basically forgotten what they sound like), but nothing like what I grew up with in Ohio and Pennsylvania, or when I visited my family in Missouri and Kansas, or even the heat-breaking late day storms of the Carolinas that I loved so much. 

I'm not exactly complaining, because it's not usually very hot here (aside from the heat wave we're having, and remember - no one uses air conditioning in the Pacific Northwest), but I really, really miss thunderstorms.

If you've moved around a bit, what do you find yourself missing most about the places you've left behind?

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