11. "Angeles," Goldroom, 2011.
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High summer. Sunrise already heavy with humidity. By my early-afternoon lunch break, the air in my car was almost thick enough to swim in, hot enough to turn my jewelry molten against my neck and wrist in a split-second. Sitting in the living room with no AC at night, I'd feel beads of sweat tickling their way down
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Aren't your steps outside, too? Don't slip on that ice, man.
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Then I was stupid enough to get married and move to the mountains of Virginia (8 days with no power, no way out, and two kids under the age of two. I don't recommend it). AFter that, life took me to Indiana, Pennsylvania and New Jersey.
When I finally landed in Chapel Hill, I scoffed at people who complained of the cold when it dipped under 60. Six years later, and I am one of those people.
So, yeah. Fuck snow.
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My boyfriend, native North Carolinian, is like a little kid when it snows. He'll pull me out of bed at 2 A.M. to go play in it, he does not care.
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Of course, if I wake up to find my car buried under a mound of snow, I am not pleased.
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Yeah, for snow you really have to have a separate wardrobe to deal with it.
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And, yeah, I'm prepped and ready for winter now, even here. For instance! I'm currently wearing three pairs of pants.
Your icon reminded me that I keep seeing commercials for his last four episodes. :( Stepheeeeen, nooooooooo.
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It's funny, for as long as I lived in Indiana, I never saw much of the state. I've become more familiar with it NOT living there, going back and forth a few times from Indianapolis to Evansville and Evansville to Louisville. It's exactly the most interesting place to be to most people, I suppose, but I have a very soft spot for it.
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