Growing up in Southern California, I always believed that whole “four seasons” thing was just a myth. Not really. Having moved to Tennessee, however, I have come to discover that there are in fact four very different seasons and I have come to enjoy each of them for their uniqueness. Just when I’m getting sick of the heat in the summer, it starts to cool off. Then when I am absolutely fed up with freezing weather and gray skies, life starts to reemerge in the spring. It’s really fascinating to witness. I don’t know why anyone would think that Southern California is a beautiful place after living here.