but "hot", i mean, it's chokingly muggy. i don't think i hate it, yet. this is something i will become used to, of course, yet something else entirely when it contrasts to my arid hometown in the west. while i'm at work, i'm in a temperature controlled environment--i can only gauge the weather based on customers' perspiration or a quick glance towards the front, to see the sun or clouds. it's funny, that i am getting used to this new environment one month later.
i didn't mean to start this post with a discussion on weather, as i usually save those talks for conversations with strangers or with my grandparents, who endearingly take it as the biggest news, the most relatable points. i need to call them, badly. but in the past month of transition and re-adjustment, i have cut off a lot of communication with the outside world. when it's my family, it's wildly inappropriate, especially because my family is particularly nurturing and giving. ah, i need a corndog.
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