When I first moved to Georgia, I was terrified of the weather. I had lived in Florida for the past ten years and I wasn’t used to temperatures below 60 degrees. I’m not a “cold” person; I’d MUCH rather be hot than cold, so I was worried I wouldn’t be happy living in Georgia during the winter. I remember during a particularly cold week in Florida (in the 50s) I told my mom “The cold is hurting my soul” (dramatic, much?).