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I live in the Midwest with it's brutally cold winters and summers. I hate the cold because everything is an ordeal. Going outside to get the newspaper or take out the trash is an ordeal. You have to put on snow boots and coat and hat and gloves for a 30 second trek. My fingers turn white from the lack of circulation. I sit on the couch in my cave of an old house not wanting to get up because I'll be cold if I do. I open up the cupboard and my coffee cups are cold to the touch because of the radiating cold coming through the walls. In the summer, I am able to just be. I don't mind the sweating, the stickiness, the flies, and mosquitoes. I am relieved to not be miserable for the first time in months.
