I like being in a new place that has weird weather. It’s one of the main things I like about new places. And every place besides the place I live in now has weird weather, because I’ve gotten used to weather here. I don’t know when it happened, but it did, like it always does. It’s no longer exotic: hot summer days, humid summer nights, big thunderstorms, and cool late falls. Winters that can get cold, but not that cold. Beautiful springs. That’s now normal.
I’d like to live in several more new places with weird weather before I die. Maybe Montana; I bet they have some really odd weather up there.
I like living in a new place long enough so that the weird weather’s no longer weird.