Unlike most of my friends and coworkers, my family never moved from our old home in the southeast.
I was raised there and my parents are still there despite both being 80 years old.
In all of those years I never knew anything else, as we rarely went traveling beyond state lines. Naturally, I was ready to leave once I reached high school age. I applied to schools all over the country and only one nearby as a safety school. When I was accepted in my first choice school, I was elated. Since it was in another state in the south, I didn’t have to adjust to a new climate, simply a different city and a changed socio-demographic. But I wasn’t as lucky when I graduated from college and entered the workforce four years later. To retain a job and support myself, I had to move again, but this time I would be venturing far northward to a state and climate I had never experienced before. Moving in early summer gave me some time to adjust to my new home before the autumn and winter onslaught. As temperatures dropped quickly in early October, I knew that I would be in for a rough experience, but had no conception for exactly how bad it was going to be. By the first week of December I was ready to give up and leave. The entire month of November was spent huddled under a blanket with thick clothing on. Unfortunately, temperatures continued to drop well into February and early March. I also had to learn about replacing a furnace filter in addition to my typical air conditioner filter. It’s my first time dealing with a filter for a heating system.