I was raised in the far south, where the weather was always boiling and humid, however i was accustomed to running the cooling system just about year round, and our home was not equipped with any type of boiler, however torrential downpours, thunderstorms and hurricanes were respected troubles; After graduating from school, I had some difficulty finding a task in my field.
I finally sent resumes out across the country.
I was hired by an up-and-coming supplier located in Springtimefield, Missouri. I knew really knothing about Missouri. I couldn’t have found the state on a map of the United States, and however, everything I learned about the supplier got me more and more gleeful about accepting the position. I packed my possessions and drove north and west for more than twenty hours. It was a long and tiring trip. I arrived in Springtimefield in the Springtime, right when the first flowers were blooming. I was totally enchanted by the beauty of the area. The abundance of tiny pink blossoms decorating the delicate branches of redbud trees was really stunning, then not long after I arrived, the petwood trees along the hillsides began blooming with brilliant white flowers. The weather was really perfect. It was just hot enough for a light jacket. There was a lot of rain, although I was accustomed to wet conditions. The summer time temperature climbed into the mid-eighties, then for me, that didn’t feel overly hot… Even the humidity wasn’t anything to complain about, however when the foliage began to turn colors in the fall, Springtimefield looked like something out of a postcard. I was delighted by the fresh produce and the chysanthemums. I was not prepared for how hastily winter would arrive. It seemed as if one day I was wearing a sweatshirt, and the next day I was buying overcoats, winter boots, a wool coat, gloves and a hat. I needed to purchase a snow shovel and an ice scraper and stepping outside was torture.