Why Does This Seem Like An Empty Victory?

Don't quote me here, but the high for today was something around, like, 29 degrees...maybe in the 30's. Pretty darn cold for any self-respecting winter-hater like myself. So why do I call this a victory? Well, my point is this. It actually seemed warm. Call me crazy, but I walked out of the house today (which is something I rarely do anymore, since I've got nowhere to go), and I actually was relieved that it had warmed up. Sick, I know. I hate winter because I hate the cold. The cold is bad. I can do cool. I can do breezy...slightly breezy, slightly cool. That's great stuff. I hate too hot and too cold.

This concerns me, as I'll be living in southern Japan for two years. The cold shouldn't be too bitter, supposedly it'll snow only a few times while I'm there and the coldest it'll get is like, 30's. It'll probably get pretty hot though. I might be living in Okinawa for a while, and that's a tropical island. Cool, tropical island, I'm totally all for that. Humidity is foreign to me, since moving to Utah. I grew up back east, and humidity was all over. You couldn't get away from it. It was like a big, blankety, wrappy, huggy thing. So I don't know if it'll be a welcome thing again, but I'm going to have to deal with humidity again. During the summer, humidity makes it seem so much hotter, and during the winter it makes it seem so much colder.

Um, yeah, so I just rambled, and it took me like, an hour to write all of that, cause I've been watching tv at the same time. I'm done, I promise.