Dear Tacoma, Why do you rain so much? Why do you always give me bad hair days? Although I love the way you bring back so many memories with just a certain smell, your weather is unpredictable. I love your warm summer nights and your long hot days. I enjoyed playing in your snow as a child but I've grown too old for that. I love your Christmas mornings and the way you make me feel like a kid again. I enjoy and appreciate the friends you've brought me to meet, there great! But I must say as soon as I turn 18, I'm out of here!
Love yours truly, Kiva!