I grew up in the deep south, where the temperature never dropped below sixty degrees. Even in the middle of Winter, the people I was with and I sometimes needed to run the A/C. The people I was with and I had no heating system, never dealt with snow, plus I was accustomed to the humidity. After college, when I accepted a job up along the northern border of the country, I had no plan what I was getting into. I thought the change of seasons would be a refreshing change. I looked forward to a pale white Christmas, sledding, snowmobiling plus studying to ski. I moved in the fall, plus as I drove north, I felt the temperature drop. By the time I pulled into the driveway of my up-to-date home, I was running the heating system in the car plus shivering. The first thing I did when I entered the house was locate the thermostat plus turn it up. I then went out plus bought jackets, boots, gloves plus a warmer coat. I didn’t realize that the fall weather was considered mild by the locals. The Winter weather was pure torture. The temperature dropped down to 26 degrees below zero plus the wind chill made it recognize even colder. I was forced to invest in a snow shovel, ice scraper plus rock salt. I upset about frostbite just from getting the mail. I spent hours every morning, shoveling the driveway plus brushing snow off the car before leaving for work, then just buying groceries in such horrible conditions was an ordeal. I only left the house for task plus essentials. I wanted to remain close to the oil furnace, plus often sat directly in front of the heating vents. I had no interest in skiing, sledding or doing anything in the snow. I couldn’t afford any of these activities anyway, because I spent most of my money on annually energy bills.