I’m a winter person. Snow is beautiful. Sun burns are not. Every year when the heat gets unbearable, I fantasize about moving to Alaska. My girlfriend unfortunately doesn’t share this dream with me.

Most people are the opposite. They struggle with seasonal depression in winter, complain about driving in the snow and never feel warm enough. They’re probably dreaming of evergreen places like California or Florida.

But then the first summer heatwave hits and they’re just as miserable as I am. Swarms of hornets, mosquitos and June bugs make every outdoor moment a waking nightmare. I sweat constantly, feeling like I’m covered in a sticky layer of bugs.

I can’t think of a single thing I like about summer.