unedited for 100 Days. Day 16

These are the weeks, well let's be real, these are the months that you start to question your loyalty to living in the northwest. At least for me, this is the very predictable time of year when my haste for the endless damp and dreary days tempt me to call it quits. I start scrolling the real estate elsewhere, anywhere that isn't here. Usually landing in the heartbreak of the southern California cost per square foot. Damn. Why you gotta be like that SoCal? And then I quietly decide that our education system is just too hard to beat, plus my dog wouldn't like year round heat anyways. Aren't we 'northwestern-ers'  all the same? We complain about the weather almost year round amongst one another, but the moment our beloved corner of the world is under attack by a much more cultured eastcoaster, or maybe a tanned beach babe from Cali, we defend this place like it's our first born child. We passionately vocalize our appreciation for our air quality, the mountainous beauty, the lakes, the rivers, the trees,  the endless outdoor recreation (hence our timeless style of outwear and beanies). We could go on and on about what makes this place great- because it is. Just one sunset against the Olympics and you swoon for a Seattle zip code. And those perfect summer nights on the beach (yes we totally have beaches- like rocky beaches...but they are beaches) are hard to beat. But right now its mid February and I want the hell out of here.