The weather really is as great as people say.
In London, I’d often wake up to gray and gloomy clouds, go to lunch while it’s drizzling, and stare at the dark sky by 4 p.m. Your soul feels like it’s dying.
That experience is practically nonexistent in LA, and the good weather makes everything less of a struggle.
But in the off chance of rain, plans are canceled, traffic grows monstrous, and news anchors report on a mild amount of precipitation like it’s a tornado.