**Warning: This is another post about Southern climate. Please ignore it if you're sick and tired of hearing about humidity. I don't blame you, because I'm sick and tired of living in it.
Most of the summer the humidity hasn't really bothered me that much - or at least it hasn't seemed as unbearable as last summer. The last week or so has been the exception. I don't think the weather's been all that more hot and muggy. It's just bugged me more, for some reason. Maybe because I'm counting down to a vacation to my dry desert home and I recently realized I can't remember what zero-moisture in the air feels like.
Then I spend a day in South Carolina like I did today (will someone please tell their Governor to stop making news?!?) and I realize Charlotte's weather ain't so bad. At one point I stepped outside from a super-chilly building and had the sensation I was in a swamp. It smelled salty-brackish, but the sea was 2 hours away. My skin got a clammy - not in a sweaty way like exercising but more like I was coming down with a nasty virus.
I haven't figured out yet why South Carolina humidity seems so much worse than in North Carolina, particularly in areas that are equally far from the ocean.
Whatever the reason, I'm glad I chose North. And it's a good reminder that everything really is relative.
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