Every day I wake up, and the weather is pretty much the same. I look at the weather forecast, and each day says 87-89, with a 60% chance of thunderstorms. It's like that movie, Groundhog Day. I can't describe how surreal it is to look at the calendar and read, "November 5th" and yet it feels like the day we came two months ago.
Yet, I have to admit, the weather is growing on me. People have described Singapore as being "hot and humid" which to me translates to, "miserable." But it's generally quite pleasant. True, I don't usually go out in the midday hours, but the morning and late afternoon are not bad. And, as I mentioned in a previous email, I love thunderstorms! In China, it didn't often decide to really rain - more like a bunch of really weak people spitting on you. But here, the skies commit to all out dumping, complete with lightning and crashes. It makes you want to curl up with a good book and a drink.
One of the reasons I have been reluctant to say I really enjoy the weather here is that I am afraid I will become one of those wimpy people who leaves the north and loses their cold weather edge. Minnesotans generally have a small measure of pride about being able to endure cold temps. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger right? Well, although I know that going back to Minnesota someday will take some adjustment, I'd still take that climate over this in a heartbeat. In the meantime, I'll enjoy my groundhog day.
Winding Down
12 years ago
2 comments:
What's interesting about you mentioning Groundhog day is that the actual practice of Groundhog day must seem extremely foreign to the native Singaporans you live with, since it doesn't sound very worth it to find out whether there will be six more weeks of winter when it's always pretty much the same outside.
Ah, nice.
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