When our DC friends were in town a few weekends ago, we went to Epcot and did the Finding Nemo ride. I haven't been on it in years, because Simon has aged out and, frankly, I was never aged in. But when we first moved here, and he was 3, we couldn't visit the park without doing that ride. When we walked in this time, I felt a mediocre blast of air conditioning, but that's probably because it was full of people, which was unusual back in the day. But in my mind, it felt like a huge blast because I remember it that way. Other attractions that day did have the blast.
In general, having moved here in July of that year, entering every building anywhere around town felt like that. July is certifiably what I call "swamp ass" season, because it's the part of the year that's 90 everyday and fairly humid (with an afternoon thunderstorm). It goes from June to September, and it's a small price to pay for 8 other amazing months. But many places seem to over-compensate for the heat, and chill interiors to a ridiculous level. Now, when I first feel that early in the season, it takes me back to those first weeks that we lived here. The memory extends to the rental house we had, which was a nice place.
You would think that the feeling would have worn off by now, but 12 years later, it has not. I've been experimenting with pushing our new upstairs air conditioning unit, in part because we had guests, and it's funny that I can get that same "arctic blast" feeling at home. It's comforting for some reason. That's a topic to cover in the next post.
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