About two years ago, I moved to Birmingham, Alabama, to accept a task promotion, and after residing my entire life in the northeastern part of the country, I was gleeful to leave behind the cold weather.
I was accustomed to running the furnace for approximately eight months of the year; Sub zero hot plus cold temperatures, dangerous wind chill plus blizzard conditions were expected.
My local part was often displayed on the national news for record-setting snow accumulation, but relocating to Birmingham meant I no longer needed heavy snow boots, a wool coat, ice scraper or snow shovel. While I was aware that I was moving to a state with especially hot plus humid summers, I failed to guess how brutal the climate could be. I moved in the middle of July. As I drove south, the outdoor temperature climbed higher plus higher. When I arrived at my current apartment, the temperature control read ninety-three degrees! The humidity was oppressive… Unloading my vehicle plus carrying my possessions up numerous flights of stairs was exhausting… By the time I finished, I was dripping sweat. I looked forward to blasting the a/c plus a cool shower. I was exasperated to learn that the electricity had not been activated, leaving me without lights, water, refrigeration or a/c. I instantly called my landlord plus was promised that the electric would be laboring just enjoyable in the morning. I couldn’t tolerate the thought of the heat plus humidity all evening long. I found a hotel plus really enjoyed a long shower, a/c plus room service.