It used to be a temperature thing, and to some extent still is. I am not a creature meant for the heat, lol. My mom always jokes I was a polar bear in a previous life - I hated summer as a child when it got me out of school. I used to ask her over and over and over when it was going to get cold again. It was my personal version of "Are we there yet?" Except it went on for months, lol. The times I've been in Florida, I usually have to wear the least amount of clothing possibly appropriate (which I actually don't like - I have PTSD related to childhood trauma, I am a person who bundles up for safety reasons as well as temperature). And if it's hotter months, the BEACH provides no relief. The water is hot! Nightmare fuel.
And then I hated it because my dad lived there (see above trauma). Now he lives in MY Commonwealth, **** him, but he lived there long enough that it left its mark. So I'm not missing anything now that's fallen deep into the MAGA depths of hell.
