I Hate Summer
And, it turns out, I’m not alone
Given my choice, I’d live in a temperate climate where summer temperatures never rose above 70 degrees. I often joke around with a friend who lives in Australia that we should trade houses for six months every year so that she can have year-round warm weather and I can enjoy year-round cool weather.
A native New Yorker, I’ve also lived in Texas and California. Let me tell you, those two places cured me of the heat. Neither one had a proper winter and I went years without seeing snow. One year in California, it was 87 on Christmas Day and in Texas, it would ice a couple of times each winter, but it never snowed.
That made me sad.
Then I was relocated to Connecticut and lived close to the water, where the humidity choked me for months on end. In late 2022 I moved to Philadelphia, where I was hoping it would be less humid in the summer, but alas, it is not.
Finally, this January we had a real snowstorm here.
That made me happy.
As I write this, it’s early May. Summer is still five weeks away, and I’m already dreading it. On a whim, I decided to search the term “I hate summer” never expecting to learn that I’m not nearly on the fringe as I’d thought.
