I'd never say I MISS the heat of summer, but I've realized since living in Virginia again that I'm wildly disconnected from it - I go from my air-conditioned house to my air-conditioned car to my air-conditioned office and bitch about the heat. This is vastly different from my time in Brooklyn. Like everything else up there, there's no getting away from summer. It kicks you in the nuts when you wake up
(if you were lucky to sleep at all) and the pummels the fuck out of you all day and night. You bitch about it, and it's horrible, but I suppose there is something to actually feeling it while bitching.
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