I have a somewhat opposite problem; I can't work at all during the summer. I can't deal with heat well and can barely think straight if I get even slightly too warm. This summer in the UK was unbearable in my new flat, which appears to have been designed as the most effective greenhouse in the world.
I always look forward to autumn and winter. I get to wear clothes I like, nobody's outside as they're all whinging about the rain, and I feel a sort of melancholy bliss when I'm sat indoors whilst it's raining. It's one of the main reasons why I still live in Wales rather than somewhere like SF.
I'm exactly the same. Back in southern Brazil, where it's
"summer" during most of the year except for a few occasional weeks of ridiculously cold weather - the temperatures drops then rises again very sharply - during the "winter", I felt physically ill most of the time. The actual summer, which goes from December to April, was unbearable - imagine months straight of very warm (100F+) and extremely humid weather, with torrid sunshine during quite long days. My wife has the same problem and so does my father-in-law, for whom the problem is so critical that heat might be fatal to him.
Now I live in Seattle and it's much more bearable. The summer is still kinda too warm for my taste, but at least it's much shorter than it is in Brazil. Besides, night are cool.
I have a really hard time understanding people that enjoy warm weather. I just can't relate to it at all, can't put myself into their shoes. Heat makes me ill, grumpy, depressed.
I love cold weather. It makes me feel alive. My productivity goes through the roof when it's cold. I actually like the sensation of really cold weather on my skin. Sometimes its 32F outside and I go out with a T-shirt just to feel it on my skin. My wife and I open the windows when it's cold outside. And I can't understand how people don't enjoy it. Maybe we have really odd physiologies?
I agree. Autumn and Winter in the UK are beautiful and I share that same melancholy bliss. I think my ideal living/working conditions are probably: hot beverage, crackling fire, rain outside, jazz playing in the background.
If only I had a fireplace; one of the main things I really miss whilst living in a flat. And jazz + rain is a superb combination, although I've found that discovering good jazz is one of the most difficult tasks I've ever attempted; just when you think you're on to something, BAM! Improvised trombone.
Same here. My brain just works a lot better when it's cold. There's a purity to the winter which makes life so much simpler and, yes, even harsher—austerity can be a relief.
(Maybe something to do with growing up in Vermont?)
I'm the same, though I have definitely adjusted to warmer temperatures over nearly 4 years of living in California, and the general elevation in mood from the sunlight exposure (and everyone else's elevated mood too) makes up for the heat in many ways.
Having said that, there's nothing quite like the smell of wet winter coats gently steaming over an Aga, is there?
My partner follows that; it's quite hard to tell the difference between that account and most people over here though. We're oddly predictable complainers!
I always look forward to autumn and winter. I get to wear clothes I like, nobody's outside as they're all whinging about the rain, and I feel a sort of melancholy bliss when I'm sat indoors whilst it's raining. It's one of the main reasons why I still live in Wales rather than somewhere like SF.