Growing up in Ohio, you woud think that I would be used to be cold in the winter months. You would think that I would be used to wearing 20 layers of clothes to keep warm. But the truth is I am not. The truth is that I can't stand the cold. I even tried moving south to get away from the cold Cleveland winters. The problem is I think they followed me. I am laying under a pile of blankets and my nose is colder than the dogs and my feet won't warm up no matter how many pairs of sock I layer on.
What is a girl to do? Aside from loading myself up with a bunch of unneeded, fattening comfort food, I have resorted to plugging in a space heater and wearing sweaters to bed. My furnace is working overtime these days - and it doesn't seem there is an end in sight. I long for warmer days - bright sunshine - flipflops - all the great things that come with the Spring and Summer months.
I have to keep reminding myself that it could be much worse. I could still be in Cleveland with sub-zero windchills and multiple feet of snow that seems to never end. There are a lot of things I miss about home - but this damn winter weather is certainly not one of them.
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