I grew up in the deep south, where the temperature never dropped below sixty degrees. Even in the middle of winter, we occasionally needed to run the air conditioner. All of us had no heating system, never dealt with snow, and I was accustomed to the humidity. After school, when I accepted a work up along the northern border of the country, I had no method what I was getting into. I thought the change of seasons would be a refreshing change. I looked forward to a colorless Christmas, sledding, snowmobiling and learning to ski. I moved in the fall, and 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 oil furnace in the automobile and shivering. The first thing I did when I entered the home was locate the temperature control and turn it up. I then went out and purchased sweaters, boots, gloves and a warmer coat. I didn’t realize that the fall weather was considered mild by the locals. The Winter time weather was pure torture. The temperature dropped down to 26 degrees below zero and the wind chill made it suppose even colder. I was forced to invest in a snow shovel, ice scraper and rock salt. I upset about frostbite just from getting the mail. I spent fourths every afternoon, shoveling the driveway and brushing snow off the automobile before leaving for work… Just buying groceries in such horrible conditions was an ordeal. I only left the home for work and essentials. I wanted to remain close to the gas furnace, and 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 bi-weekly energy bills.