I grew up in Alaska, though not far enough north that night never ended. Still, when you go to a mostly windowless school (yay 70s brutalist architecture), you

I grew up in Alaska, though not far enough north that night never ended. Still, when you go to a mostly windowless school (yay 70s brutalist architecture), you arrive in the dark and leave in the dark. I'd get a peek at the sun sometimes but effectively I'd only see the sun on weekends. Both the winters and summers were surreal, the days bled into one another. I don't miss it at all, though I wouldn't mind going back home for a week in the middle of winter just for the memory jog.