So remember when I was complaining about how hot it was? How I hated being sweaty? How 95 degree heat made me want to die?
Well, now I'm cold. I sleep with at least one wool blanket a night, wrapped completely around me so I can snuggle into the covers. I wear sweaters to class, and if I wear sandals, my feet get cold. Goosebumps run up and down my arm sending me into fits of shivers.
I wasn't expecting this.
And the sad part of the whole thing? The actual temperature. It was 75 degrees today, and I was cold. I feel like I have completely lost touch with Iowa, and will promptly turn into a popsicle when I return.
But I guess this weather is late for the region. Cold weather usually starts in the end of September or beginning of October. It's only been in the last week that the beginnings of fall have started. The select few leaves have begun to turn auburn or burt orange and all flowers have died.
I guess it gets much colder. Since my coat was one of the first few things I chucked when I was packing, this might be an issue. Hey mom, transfer some money so your lovely daughter can buy a nice warm coat?
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