Pictured left is a snapshot of this week's forecast. In Pittsburgh, when you start having those warm spring days in the upper 50's or low 60's, everyone is outside in shorts and tank tops. Those days seem down right balmy compared to the sub-zero freezing winter temperatures. It's the contrast that makes it so nice. I was thinking about this the other morning at the tube station. It was a sunny 60 degree day. But there I was, and everyone else around me, bundled up in sweaters. I was glad I had my wool socks on to keep my toes warm. As chilly as it feels, I still have the windows open to fill the house with fresh air.
This is June, all I've been hearing from the folks back home is how unbearably hot and sticky it has been. I almost can't imagine it, I'm a native Pittsburgher, the very fiber of my being is telling me it should be getting uncomfortably hot right now. I see the blue skies and sunshine outside with its promise of warmth, and yet, I'm curled up under blankets and drinking hot chocolate or tea. I wanted to turn on the heat again and we still sleep with a down comforter. (We would sleep with a down comforter year round back home too, but we had Air Conditioning).
It's amazing how quickly one acclimates to a new climate. On a daily basis there is little fluctuation between the high and low temperatures. It's similar on the yearly scale, it's just so mild here. If I had just emerged from the frozen depths of a Pittsburgh winter, I would be reveling in this weather, I would be wishing for this weather all year round it's just that perfect.
We also recently had a couple days in the low 70's, all I could think is how hot it seemed. I'm not complaining. It's just funny how my perception of temperature has changed.