Continuing the question from a previous post (“I.C.L.A.”) of what it is about Los Angeles that appeals to me—and something genuinely does, despite LA's general urban ugliness and sprawling heavy traffic—I was thinking today about the role climate plays in the culture and personality of place.
The fact that LA is more or less sunny and warm year-round has always attracted people there (including my sister). And while I do enjoy sunny weather, at least of the mild variety, there’s something inherently peculiar to me, almost sinister even, about an environment without distinct seasons. Is that fair? Absolutely not. It simply reflects my having lived exclusively in northern regions, that and my very white, sun-fearing complexion. Plus I just enjoy the cycle of seasons, the routine of changing weather patterns.
Yet the very fact that Los Angeles lacks those seasons is part of what attracts me. I experience me almost a deviant pleasure in going down there when it's wintry here. It's like an unspoken rebellion against Mother Nature, something I'm getting away with. Do people who live in Los Angeles feel that way? I suppose it depends on where you came from, whether you're a native Angelino or not--although one person I talked to recently who was born and bred in LA says she misses her grad school time in Minnesota. And then there are people like my sister, who has so quickly adapted to Los Angeles that it really seems it's her true home, whereas Oregon, the place she spent the first 18 years of life, seems more like the place she's constantly adapted to.
Of course climate is just one of countless factors comprising the culture of a city or region, but clearly it's part of how I perceive the city: a very intriguing and fun place to visit, but one I'm always happy to come home from.