sometimes I wonder if this is me. I grew up in the sunny subtropics. the only relief from the temps was hiding indoors, long storms, or being shit faced. if you were loaded you could live near a beach or had a pool. I spent many years doing outdoor physical labor, getting absolutely brain cooked in the heat and humidity, in the glare of an oppressive sun.

I've steadily made my way north and now live in a place with supposedly dreary weather. grey skies, rains, cold and snow. dark early in winter.

it's kinda G. I like being in layers, like armor against the cold. I have more energy and drive to move around because it warms me up. and when it's too cold and crappy out from icy rains, I can just cozy up at home and make some warm food. like there's no social pressure to go out to some packed bar and be all sweaty with the other big boys trying to get so drunk the heat and stink doesn't bother us.

sometimes I wonder if all the dislocating of the last several hundred years is one of the factors behind all this. like some of us just function better in certain contexts.