I wouldn’t say I like summer; I think summer is overrated. If you want summer, I apologize if I’ve just offended you. Hear me out. I would be happiest in a temperature zone that doesn’t get above 75 degrees. I would be most comfortable in a location that still has all four seasons, doesn’t get above 75, and never below 25. I don’t want to be warm, but I also don’t want to be too cold. I have a significant case of Goldilocks syndrome. That being said, I live in Pennsylvania, and I love it here, most of the time. The past few weeks have been tough, though.. We’ve had temperatures close to 100 degrees or in the 90s with overnight temperatures in the 80s. That’s not what I’m looking for in life.
Living with heart failure makes it harder to handle swings in temperature and makes high heat and humidity almost unbearable for me. During the summer, I feel trapped. Simple things like taking a walk become hard for me. This year we discovered that the new and wonderful old home we moved into right before winter started in 2020 isn’t a good fit for me in summer. Our bedroom is on the third floor, and it’s hot, even with an air conditioner in the window, it’s hot. So, we’re once again looking for a new home and planning to move. Honestly, I’m tired of moving. We’ve moved seven times in fifteen years, and this would be move number eight. I’m tired of packing up my entire life and moving it, unpacking, and making a new place home.
This post is me whining, and it’s for my health that we’ll move. I’m thankful that we have the ability to pack up and move. Everything will work out; it always does. 🙂
Life is a Strange Adventure 