For the most part, people talk about weather as a means to strike up conversation. I don't think anyone really cares about the substance of those exchanges, but weather is typically a shared experience. For me though, weather deeply affects me. I didn't move to the Orlando area for theme parks, I moved because I finally appreciated how much Midwest winter messed with me.
I've told the story before, but the short version is that Seattle, despite its winter drizzle, actually has slightly less rain, and less precipitation overall, than Cleveland. And even in winter, there are periodic breaks in the clouds and the sun isn't that unusual, which is also not like Cleveland. Add to the fact that I worked and lived in different elevations, and it was just enough to vary between the two locations. So moving back to Cleveland, in October no less, made me appreciate just how much the weather affected me negatively. And certainly the time change does not help.
We're going through a cold spell here right now, and today we're going from 78 to an overnight low of 38. That's a 40 degree swing! But overall, I've been so lethargic and tired and not particularly engaged. I feel like I did back in the day during those Ohio winters. I don't like it. I hate that it's not something that I can control, that it's apparently chemistry. And mind you, I'm already taking bupropion, the drug often prescribed for seasonal affective disorder. I imagine I'd feel even worse without it.
Fortunately, these cold streaks are short lived. Last year we had overly hot streaks, so yay for climate change or whatever. I just want my disposition to be as sunny as the sky again.
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