It was February of 1999 and I remember loading the car during a huge winter storm, only to drive to my new apartment, in 60 degree weather.
I moved for my first job, and everyone I met looked at me like I was crazy for being in short sleeved shirts and dress pants in the "freezing" air.
If only I had a dime for every time someone told me that I'd "catch a cold without a coat".
It was around 60 degrees warmer from what I was used to (give or take) and my jaw would drop when I saw people in winter gear with scarves and hats. I was convinced that southerners must obviously, be pansies.
Something began to change though. I noticed that over the next few years, I too, started to feel a difference.
One example happened when our nephew was baptized in December, near Cleveland, Ohio. We drove the whole day, only to get out of the car and totally lock up where we stood.
My brother thought I was kidding when my eyes watered and I could barely speak from the artic blast.
(He came outside to greet us wearing a t-shirt and shorts mind you.)
It's a strange thing that happens to you when you get used to the south. Your blood seems to thin and the colder temperature tends to freeze you to the bone. What once was "flip flop" weather, is now considered to be "winter coat wear".
As I write, it's raining and 60 degrees outside. I'm wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt...and don't tell anyone, but I actually just turned the heat on in our house.
My brother would disown me, and I guess I'd have to say that it is I, who has officially become a pansy.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go find some fuzzy socks.
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