Right now, it is 10 C (50 F) in Vancouver, with a rain warning, and lows of 8 C (46 F) tonight.

In San Diego, where I was last week (and the week before) at this time, it’s 21 C (69 F) with lows of 16 C (60 F). No probability of precipitation.

Seriously.

Come on now. I don’t even own any fall clothing. Or a raincoat.

I actually wouldn’t need to buy shoes or fall clothing if I lived there. I could live in skirts and Havis and be done with it, since I don’t work in a corporate environment. Sigh.

It’s not just the weather that bugs me, though. I love seasons in general (although I don’t know that Warm Rain/Cold Rain qualify as seasons.)

It’s that I went to Southern freakin’ California and felt good about myself and my body for ten full days, even though I am larger and don’t have all the “right” clothes — and wore less clothing, to boot!

If men looked at me, it wasn’t to scoff. I literally always felt like I fit in, even in a place often described as one of the more shallow locales on earth. No one ever looked askance at me… not even women with fake boobs in bikinis!

Funny thing, though. As soon as I got back to humble, polite Canada, I felt immediately under scrutiny, and that I didn’t look right or have the right things on. From the moment I arrived at the airport, actually. And ever since.

What the heck? Talk about a chill setting in.

I really gotta figure out why that is.