I heard Christmas music playing the other day and I was very conflicted. No, it was not because it isn’t even Thanksgiving yet. Although, this is an issue with completely separate topics for a whole different conversation. The reason for this feeling was because it was 70 degrees outside … in the middle of fall.
Granted, I do live in North Carolina. If you're not familiar with the weather patterns of this state, well, fun fact, there aren't any patterns. Every hour of every day is a different season. And that’s exactly why I’m writing this article. It seems like the weather in this state is bipolar. It can be in the 80s one day, and the next morning I see my breath because it is so cold.
I’m not so much complaining about the erratic weather as I am thrown off by it, and confused by the constant changing temperatures. There are certainly far, far worse problems in the world than the changing temperatures in Burlington, North Carolina.
Here are three signs that you can tell you’re in an area with some weird weather; that you live in an area where the temperatures never seem to match the calendar’s opinion of what season it is.
- Like I mentioned, you begin the day walking to class and it’s so cold outside that you can see your breath. By mid-day, the sun is beating down and you’re sweating. Walking home that night, it gets a little frigid again.
- You’ve learned to dress in layers. Because of the changing temperatures from dawn to dusk, you’ve worn everything from a scarf to a sweater, with a jacket thrown on top and everything in-between. There is no one go-to outfit when the temps decide to jump around.
- You’ve learned never to trust the weather forecast. That little app on your phone may say a high of 70, but you know better than to believe that temperature will be consistent all day. Pick somewhere between the low and the high forecast for that day, and maybe you’ll find a happy medium to average out to.
So, if you're ever in the neighborhood or plan a trip to North Carolina, make sure to pack plenty of layers.
