There was a point in my life where I had every intention of picking a place and just moving. I wanted a fresh start and I wanted to go somewhere new. Portland, Maine was as close as I could possibly get to the direct other side of the United States. The climate was much the same as I was use to, which if I’m being honest, is  a huge deciding factor for me. I don’t do well in extreme climate or the heat. In fact I hate when it’s supper hot, I become a miserable bitch face that no one wants to be around. It’s okay, I’ve accepted it and so should you. For this reason, I should never move to Texas, or Arizona. I would die. Period.  Death does not become me in anyway.