Extended metaphor time!

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Vancouver is a bad boyfriend. For most of the year, he rains on your parade. He's cold and moody. You end up feeling trapped in the house and depressed. Just when you muster up the courage to leave, just when you start thinking about all the other exciting options out there, he turns up with flowers. He's hot and cold, but there are beautiful days (like this one) when you wonder why you'd be anywhere else. You start to wonder if it's been you all along. Maybe you should have made more of an effort. As soon as you try to make nice, you get dumped on.