I never thought that I would turn out to be a Snowbird, but here I was heading south for the winter.
I had a lot of complications with rheumatoid arthritis and the colder air affected myself and others in the worst way. I was start to have a lot of exhausting reactions from rainy afternoons, and I no longer wanted to suffer from frigid, damp air. I didn’t entirely think what to expect when I headed south. My best friend had been making this trek for the last more than three years and I knew she was enthusiastic to finally have myself and others join her. The heat in mid-October was worse than it was in mid-July back home. I pulled off my sweater, immediately regretting the think of the hot daylight on my bare arms. I hit the doorbell and waited for my friend to answer the door. When she came through the hallway, I could see her, and I was start to get enthusiastic She opened the door and I could think the air conditioner coming out the door. I abruptly closed the door to keep the AC from all flooding the outside. She helped myself and others take my bags to my kitchen and asked myself and others where I wanted the thermostat set. I thought the temperature of the room felt great and she just shrugged. She told myself and others that after a couple afternoons, I would be ecstatic to have air conditioner. She explained how humid it would get in the evenings, and then you could see a shower or 2. I was already wondering if being a snowbird was the smartest choice for me. I could have stayed beach house and been sizzling and dry with my oil furnace, instead of cool and humid with air conditioner.