Not glad with the cold up north

I live down south, where all of us run the cooling system 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 in addition to sunshine, however my sibling lives way up north, where it’s cold in addition to wet most of the time. He consistently begs me to come visit him for the holidays. He insists that a colorless Christmas is ideal. I finally gave in in addition to bought a plane ticket this past December. I packed a suitcase with our warmest clothes. As soon as all of us stepped outside the airport terminal, I knew I’d made a huge mistake. I instantly wanted to go back home. The temperature was twenty-eight degrees. While the snow was honestly beautiful, I didn’t like our wet feet. I also kept slipping in addition to sliding on the icy pavement in addition to tugging a wheeled suitcase through the slush was difficult. The two of us then sat in our sibling’s freezing cold automobile for approximately numerous hours waiting for the heating system to supply enough warmth to melt the ice on the windshield. My sibling finally had to get out in addition to chisel the ice away with a scraper, then despite the heating system 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 sibling enjoys to save money whenever possible. He’d turned his temperature control way down before heading to the airport. His apartment was so cold that I could see our breath. I kept our coat on in addition to stood directly in front of a heating system vent, trying to thaw out. I was thankful for the heated blanket on the bed. While our sibling wanted to take me skiing, sledding in addition to go for walks in the snow, I just wanted to hide inside in addition to stay as close as possible to his gas furnace. Whenever he wasn’t paying attention, I raised the temperature control setting.

 

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