What I’m Wearing:
In case there was any question, it is officially summer in Dallas. According to me.
How do I know it’s summer? Because I now think of 85°F (30°C) as being cardigan weather. Ridiculous, I know.
Summers in Texas cities are completely unlike any summers I experienced on the east coast. Every summer when I was younger, we went out to my grandparents’ house on Long Island (likely to escape the Texas heat). I remember my grandmother adamantly refusing to take us to the movies unless it was raining or generally miserable outside. Otherwise, we were in the pool, on the boat, playing in the yard, at the beach, or generally frolicking in the sunshine.
In Texas, however, I pop from air conditioning to air conditioning, avoiding being outside for stretches of time like the plague (unless I’m in the pool, obviously!). I stockpile movies and exhibits I want to see for those days when the heat and sun is just absolutely unbearable… the total opposite of my summers in the northeast!
Is it too late to book a one-way ticket out of here?