I shouldn't be admitting this, but . . .

. . . I check the weather for the town I'm going to be living in soon, to see if the whole beastly English weather thing is still true. And it pretty much is. I see clouds, I see rain, I see fog, I see not-incredibly-warm temperatures.

But then I go check out the soon-to-be home of dear sweet Streets.

Then I feel tons better.

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