It’s 91° outside.

For some people, that will make them smile.

Not me.

I live in the south.

The high humidity, feels like you are drowning in a steam room when you walk out the door South.

Some people adjust. Acclimate.

Others actually embrace it!

I am not some people.

I hate hot, humid weather.

Why do I live here?

It’s complicated.

I have Pinterest boards dedicated to our retirement home that will be north of here.

It will be in the country. It will be in a place that has all four seasons.

It will not be here.

I can’t believe that I’ve lived here for almost half my life.

I’ve lived in a place I don’t want to be.

Hurricane season is something I truly dread – and it’s something we have to prepare for, and something we learn to watch the weather forecast for from the coast of Africa to the Gulf of Mexico for months.

I find things to make summer bearable. Planting flowers that bloom in the languid shimmering heat. Listening to the frogs at night. Swimming with my grands in the silky salt water pool.

The activity that I will be participating in more than anything else is staying in air conditioned environs.

Dreaming of a real Autumn.

Fantasizing about fresh snow and the silent blue white of a snowy white.

Summer is just not my jam.

Never has been.

Never will be.