My husband and I were constantly complaining about how hot it was. I talked to my husband about moving up north where it didn’t get so hot. He told me there had to be a better way to escape the heat. I wanted a new air conditioning unit. Ours had been in the house for almost twenty years, but my husband was a cheapskate. He didn’t want to spend money when he didn’t think it was necessary. When it was over ninety degrees for weeks at a time, I thought a new AC unit was a necessity. The coolest we could get in the house was 80 degrees and the AC unit was no longer ridding the house of the humidity, which made it feel even hotter. Last week, my husband brought him brochures that showed available homes for sale up north. I looked at the prices and told him it would be cheaper to buy the AC unit. He shrugged and tossed the papers in the trash. I wasn’t sure if he was being serious about moving until I heard him on the phone. He was talking to a realtor and was telling the realtor we couldn’t get there for about a week. He told me he had found a house in Maine, and he was fairly certain we could afford it. It was right by the ocean and the average summer temperature was in the low eighties. He didn’t ask about the average winter temperatures. I was wondering if we weren’t going to have more trouble staying warm than we were having staying cool here.