How to Deal with Boring Weather?

OH LOOK, Sunny for a change! No wait, that's been the weather here for the last 4 months.

If this isn't proof I'm a mid-western girl in my soul, I don't know what is. I am envious of this:

The first is San Diego and the 2nd is back home for me. 50 and raining today and yes, I actually want that opposed to my current 68 and sunny.

Why? Because it's CHANGE!

Good GOD, this place never changes! There are no seasons! 

When it's spring or fall, it's a BURST of color back home. Greens, reds, purples, oranges! It's a reminder of life! Life is colors! Some days are Wonderful pinks and blues, some days are greys and browns, and together they make our life sometimes bitter, sometimes wonderful, always exciting and changing.

And Winter and Summer are reminders of life, too. Some days you are running for shade from all the heat in your life, some days you're slowing down and snuggling in bed from the chill around you. 

But not in San Diego. It's sunny mostly, except their rainy season where it rains for 2 months straight and the people around here go bat-crap crazy.

Oh, to be home again. To watch the leaves change to a vibrance of colors. To feel the comfort of a thick, warm sweater hugging me as I walk the quiet streets and hear the crunch of leaves under my feet. To hear the sound of rain outside my window, even a chilly rain. To watch as it falls down and washes away and renews life.

How do I deal with this feeling of great loss? 

I'm still trying to figure that question out.

For now, I ignore the world outside- not a healthy solution. I keep indoors as much as possible. No golden California tan for my skin. I've tried to give in to this lifestyle. Each time I've tried to lay out in the sun in my back yard, a giant spider has crawled out of the bushes and scared the daylights out of me, forcing me back indoors. Them spiders like my back yard. After the third time I gave up. 

I reject my reality, I live in denial. I close my eyes and try to picture this world without all  the people, traffic, and industrial buildings. I walk out onto the balcony at work and try to imagine the loss of buildings creating a clear view to the bay, the sun lighting up diamonds in the water. San Diego is a place I would have found peaceful in its infancy, when it was a small town. Now it's robust, it's massive.  It makes angry noises of tires on pavement, planes departing and arriving, thousands of feet clopping on the sidewalks, and thousands of voices carrying on conversations. The voice of San Diego screams at my soul and won't let it rest.

Winter in a big city would bring me peace. Winter muffles noise, it builds barricades of snow and prevents noise from carrying on. No winter in San Diego. Only sun 80% and rain 20%, and none worth feeling the wash of emotions and life that four mid-west seasons bring.

But, on a small bright side: no tornadoes.