Dear Pacific Northwest

Dear Pacific Northwest:

How have you been? I’ve been good, acting as a vector for illness in Columbia has been fun. I think I got my roommate sick… whoops.

Anyways, I have to tell you that while you’ve been close to my heart as a rain-filled moderate clime, I’m afraid I’ve found someone else.

No, I don’t know if I love her yet, I’ve only known her for a month. But my, just today she soaked my pants all the way through. And then my socks and shoes, too. I tried running, but it’s no use: she’s always there, even staring at me through the window when I roll up my blinds. It’s only a tad creepy. But all in all, the rain in NYC is much more passionate than yours, and warmer, too. I can’t decide if I’m happy with this or not, but I guess I’m stuck with her for the next two years.

I’ll talk to you later, or something, after I get into a torrid love affair with NYC and have a messy breakup with her.