I sweat. I sleep through a hurricane. Autumn does something beautiful to the trees. I feel the legitimate cold. Still, it is one of the mildest winters in years.
I love California, how spread out and relaxed everything is. Ditto with the moderate temperatures, West Coast hip-hop, and my spacious, well-lit, suburban house. Pretty much everything that New York has proven not to be so far. Plus, I’m a proud momma’s boy. It seems I left my heart in San Jose.