Visiting apartment is always a stressful interest for me.
I always end up getting into fights with my mom and brothers, and the visit is strained from start to finish.
This past winter season it was even more difficult than ever, however not genuinely due to my family relations. You see, this past Christmas was the first year I was returned back to my hometown after moving various hundreds of miles south. I was no longer accustomed to the bitter air uneven temperatures of winter season up north, and the difference was shocking from the moment I first felt the freezing uneven temperatures until the genuinely last breath I took of painfully freezing air. I thought that I had packed well for the trip and would be prepared to combat the freezing winter season air, although I was genuinely wrong. Apparently the memories of struggling through snowpiles and subzero uneven temperatures had escaped me, because I was unquestionably blown away by the air quality when I arrived up north. I hid in the household for every moment of the trip, huddled against an air vent and wrapped in a heavy blanket. I rarely was able to rest the low air uneven temperatures unless I had a space heating system dutifully congested in at my feet, and I walked around the household with an electric heating system in tow. I was consistently running over to the control equipment to bump up the indoor air temperature, however even with the heat blasting I could barely feel a difference in the freezing air. I was 100% ready to flee south at the end of the ordeal.