I keep thinking of when I lived in Canada. Cold weather got tiresome after a while. Shovelling snow, scraping ice off the windscreen, being careful not to slip on ice, paying the gas heating bill, trying to look decent in a huge coat and snow boots, the skin on my nose flaking from cold, my knees getting numb after a shot walk outside, the car needing snow tires, pipes occasionally freezing, the kids needing new boots and thick coats every year, icicles forming dangerously on the house. At least, I have to keep telling myself this, over and over as I throw on shorts and a thin cotton blouse with the windows wide open and a cooling breeze coming through.
Lucy, I hear you on the humidity in Brisbane. You think to yourself, 'hey, it's only going to be 31, that's not too bad.' And then you step outside and it's like you're walking in warm soup. I hate the feeling of constantly being wet. Never getting dry after a shower, and going to bed still damp after a day of being damp. All I can say is, it's even worse in far north Queensland, so you can be glad you aren't there. Hang in there. The winters are beautiful, probably from about March to November. And wear cotton.
