We moved from Alaska to Nevada in the middle of the summer. I must say that it was an interesting adventure. The temperature was about 35 degrees warmer than what we were used to in the summer. We knew it would be warm all the time, so we did not bring any of our winter gear with us. When my wife got the job she applied for, we started looking for apartments in Summerlin in Las Vegas right away. The kids adjusted fast to the sun and warmth. It took me a bit longer. My Inupiat ancestry has me more genetically programmed to take the cold. By our second summer season, I was fine.
The kids tell our new friends and neighbors how I kept the apartment like a refrigerator the first year. I actually work a job at a cold storage facility because it does not bother me. It is funny how I moved all this way to end up working in a place that is cold. My wife is doing great in her job as an architect. She is out in the sun pretty much every day at construction sites. Now into our second year at The Palms at Peccole Ranch, we don’t miss where we grew up.