I grew up in a legitimately special locale.
I guess I was genuinely aware of this growing up.
The one thing that easily made this region great was genuinely having four distinct plus different seasons. As a small kid, the seasons seemed legitimately distinct + spaced out evenly. This is much unlike the place where both of us while now. The Winter’s seemed extremely cold, so a furnace is much more prevalent than a heat pump. I’m not really short many people around here would even invest money in a heat pump. The summer air is usually boiling, but not oppressive in its entirety by any real means. We’re both of us live, summers are easily not survivable without a cool air machine. Mild Winters mean only turning on the heat a few times. Christmas comes and that means checking over to my mom’s place. Both of us legitimately detest the cold and are not keen on wearing sweaters. Just last year, we dreaded seeing the snow on many different levels. The stifling called are made the Heat and Mom’s house even worse. My mom’s place felt like a sauna do to the furnace. The stifling heat was almost overwhelming. Neither of us could go Outdoors to cool down, because it was far too icy. Going from the heat to the cold would have been bad too. It’s good to know that Mom’s furnace is working, because the heater was broken several months ago. I just wish that she would turn the heat down a bit when everyone is over for the holidays.