our friend logan wrote about her summers growing up in virginia reading nancy drew books and having sleepovers in her friend’s treehouse.
You did what you could during the Virginia summer days to either sit by a pool or on a beach or avoid being outside altogether, and at night you reclined on the porch or in the yard and let whatever small breezes the night could strum up wash over you, cooling your sweat. Otherwise, you were inside all day and all night, cooled and even frozen by the artificial cold air that pumped through every building in town. The South is inhabitable because of air conditioning, so thanks be to it, but that doesn’t mean I liked it. It made the divide between inside space and outside space stark, and rendered traveling between the two spaces painful…
read what the whole thing on the awl. (via andrew_henderson)