Glad to be in the south again
When we finally neared our hometown, I was delighted to feel the muggy air wrapping around my body like a warm hug
I recently ran up north for a quick errand, and I am not enticed to go back any time soon. You see, my boyfriend had to take an exam for his outstanding DMA, so I joined along on the long ride up to Illinois. I knew that spring had not yet reached the area, but I was still shocked when I arrived at our final destination and it was 35 degrees outside. I realized immediately that I had not packed adequately, as usual. I had a thin spring jacket, a sweatshirt, and a sweater, but even when all of these layers were combined they did not combat the outdoor air temperature one bit. The air was cool, wet, and heavy every moment that we were up there, and the sky never brightened from a cool gray. We stayed with several friends of ours, and tried our best to be happy with the living conditions despite the ridiculous chill in the apartment. They had the furnace set to 68 degrees, but the whole place was filled with cold air pockets and drafty corners that really made the apartment feel frigidly cold. After two days of nightmarish cold weather, we finally jumped in the car to head back south. Each hour that we spent on the road felt like a monumental relief as the air warmed around us. Every time we stopped for gas I leapt out of the vehicle and soaked up some warm, humid air for as long as I could. When we finally neared our hometown, I was delighted to feel the muggy air wrapping around my body like a warm hug. I fawned over all the blooming flowers and shades of green, and thanked the climate gods for giving me a warm, tropical paradise.