Visiting home is regularly a stressful interest for me.
I regularly end up getting into fights with my mom and siblings, and the visit is strained from beginning to finish.
This past winter season it was even more difficult than ever, however not legitimately due to my family relations. You see, this past Christmas was the first year I was returned back to my hometown after moving numerous hundreds of miles south. I was no longer accustomed to the bitter air temperatures of winter season up north, and the difference was shocking from the moment I first felt the freezing temperatures until the undoubtedly last breath I took of painfully cold air. I thought that I had packed well for the trip and would be prepared to combat the freezing winter season air, however I was undoubtedly wrong. Apparently the memories of struggling through snowpiles and subzero temperatures had escaped me, because I was absolutely blown away by the air quality when I arrived up north. I hid in the house for every moment of the trip, huddled against an air vent and wrapped in a heavy blanket. I rarely was able to stand the low air temperatures unless I had a space boiler dutifully jammed in at my feet, and I walked around the house with an electric boiler in tow. I was always running over to the control device 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.