Mom and dad faithfully came to visit me in Glenville, IL, for the winter holidays.
I was excited to see them, but they didn’t expect me to give up my school time for them.
During the holidays, mom and dad loved to go skiing, and grandma and grandpa would go with them. I found out during the first winter that snow skiing was not for me. There wasn’t enough heat in Alaska to keep me warm after my time on the mountains. All I wanted to do is get back to Glenville, IL and hop into a tub filled with steaming water. I needed to get the cold out of my system, which had sunk into my bones. I had now been in Glenville, IL for almost three years, and I still wasn’t used to the cold. Grandma had excellent heating in the house, and she had all of her inspections done yearly, so it wasn’t her heating system. I think some of it had to do with my going back home during the summer. My body didn’t have enough time to adjust to the change in weather, since I didn’t go back to Glenville, IL until right before school went back in session. I went right from 100 plus degrees to seventy degrees. As much as I loved Glenville, IL and my grandparents, I still didn’t like the winter weather. I loved being home and going to the beach with my friends. I was going to miss grandma and grandpa when I graduated college, but I was a warm weather person and I didn’t think I would ever get used to needing all that heat in the winter.