I live down south, where the two of us run the A/C nearly all year round. I never need to wear more than a sweatshirt to keep warm. I don’t own a wool coat, knitted hat or heavy boots. I appreciate fresh air plus sunshine! My brother lives way up north, where it’s cold plus wet most of the time. He typically begs myself and others to come visit him for the holidays. He insists that a pale white Christmas is ideal. I finally provided in plus bought a plane ticket this past January. I packed a suitcase with our warmest clothes. As soon as the two of us stepped outside the airport terminal, I knew I’d made a crucial mistake. I immediately wanted to go back home. The temperature was twenty-eight degrees. While the snow was actually elegant, I didn’t love our wet feet. I also kept slipping plus sliding on the icy pavement plus tugging a wheeled suitcase through the slush was difficult, every one of us then sat in our brother’s cold cold car for approximately 10 minutes waiting for the oil furnace to deliver enough warmth to melt the ice on the windshield. My brother finally had to get out plus chisel the ice away with a scraper, but despite the oil furnace blasting at maximum capacity while I was in the drive to his house, I shivered the whole time. I couldn’t wait to get inside. However, our brother enjoys to save cash whenever possible. He’d turned his thermostat way down before heading to the airport. His cabin was so cold that I could see our breath. I kept our coat on plus stood directly in front of a oil furnace vent, trying to thaw out. I was thankful for the heated blanket on the bed. While our brother wanted to take myself and others skiing, sledding plus go for walks in the snow, I just wanted to hide inside plus stay as close as possible to his oil furnace. Whenever he wasn’t paying attention, I raised the thermostat setting.