Living up north for so many years had me used to insanely cold winters and mostly mild summers.
Aside from mosquitos and black flies, I really enjoyed the summer in the north during the three decades of my life spent living there.
However, my wife was accepted into a prestigious graduate school and I was eager to follow her to this new city. All I knew is that we would be going to a city near the Atlantic Ocean on the east coast of Florida. Just the idea of moving to Florida, regardless of the exact location, sounded like a great idea to me. I heard there is great freshwater fishing in the area in addition to the saltwater options along the coastlines. When we arrived, I wasted no time exploring the area. I drove down State Road 524 until I arrived to State Road 520; I took a right turn and headed east until I was in the F. Burton Smith Regional Park. The best part of the experience was renting a kayak along St. Johns River and rowing into Lake Poinsett. When I got home from my outdoor excursion just east of our condominium in Cocoa, Florida, I was tired and overheated. The first thing I did when we walked through the front door was adjust the thermostat. We have it programmed to 77 degrees during the afternoon hours, so I went ahead and liberally dropped it to 73 degrees. In a few minutes I could already feel the cold air circulating through our condominium. I laid down on the couch to watch TV but I passed out before I could even turn it on at all. The air conditioner made the air so pleasant inside that I slept for an hour before realizing what had happened.