Dreaming of the Osaka Sun

I was born and raised in this:

Southern California.

The land of endless beaches and a thousand suns. Where Jack Johnson and reggae is not only the soundtrack of our summers, but throughout the entire year.  The place that people all around the world flock to- and for a good reason. Seriously, look at that picture!

And I moved here:

Utah.

Wait, wait, wait. Before I get hate mail from my native 
Utahans let me explain myself! Utah is beautiful. Just not the kind of beautiful I am used to. The rocky mountains that stretch for miles leave me mystified and left in wonderment and awe.

But once again, I wasn't used to it! 

I guess what I am trying to say is that I miss my California Sun. The sun that penetrates not only your epidermis, but your soul.

I have been in a shortage of sun for the past eight months due to me being at BYU for school. Some of you are shaking your heads saying, "silllllly girl! the sun still shines in Utah!" I'm talking about real sun.

 This sun-drought is taking a physical toll on me. Eighteen years of genuine, bright and never-ending sunshine to this?


 ***My body is flipping out.
-Random twichings.
-Foaming at the mouth at the sight of a non-sunny day.
-Mental whiplash due to the bi-polar weather (seriously Utah, make up your mind.)
And:
-Emotional distress that has caused me to stand on the top of my building, shouting at the skies "WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE THIS, YOU DIVA SKY?!?!?!?"
***I actually exaggerated about what it is making me do.... The only side-effect is depression. Sowwwwy for lying!

Now it all makes sense how most people in cloud-ridden states are more susceptible to depression!

Get me the real stuff and fast.