Last August I moved to Oregon with my mom, in my hometown of Eugene. For those of you who haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing Oregon’s weather, it rains virtually nonstop. There are a few days in June and July that it doesn’t rain, but they are usually few and far in between. This may seem like a bit of an exaggeration, but I’m not joking about how often it rains in Oregon. Now that I’ve been back in Reno for two months, I have had a chance to experience every end of the spectrum of Reno’s weather as well. It can go from sunny to raining and back to sunny again before you even get out of your car. At least Oregon isn’t indecisive. It just rains all day no matter what.
Supposedly we’re in the middle of a massive heat wave right now in Reno, but I wouldn’t go that far. It’s hot outside because we live in the desert, and it’s summer. I’ve actually been meaning to go to wild island to cool off on a super hot day, but this is the last week of school and I think wild island actually already closed. Even if it didn’t, I would have to plan things extremely quickly to get there in time, which isn’t exactly my forte. I’m a slow, methodical thinker. Today is supposed to reach upwards of 100 degrees fahrenheit, which sucks because Steph’s coming over when I get off of work and we were hoping to go to to the park or maybe walk to a convenience store to get drinks.
We’ll have to walk to the best Reno Gold Dealers instead. She refuses to wear anything other than long pants to my house, so she’s always sweating like a pig on my couch when we’re trying to play games. Mario kart isn’t THAT intense. Luckily we have air conditioning. My neighbors across the street don’t have air conditioning so they have to suffer outside because it’s somehow even cooler outside than it is inside of their house.