Oh that is some bollocks. There is only winter in the midst of winter.
I recently moved to London from Dallas, Texas. Yes. One can only imagine the extremity of this transition.
Transition periods can be unsettling but thrilling too. When I first visited London in 2011, I ardently fell in love with London. Walking by the iconic buildings, monuments and beautiful parks blew my mind away. It was like déjà vu. As a lit major, I read so much about London and the rest of England, that it was like I have lived here in my previous life. But now I have really moved to London for good, I started to question myself a lot – if London is the place I belong or do I really want be here for a really long time. Don’t get me wrong, I still love the history and architecture and the rich culture in London, but I must say, I really can’t stand the British weather.
According to me, Britain surely has one of the most odd and depressing weather. I have travelled quiet a bit. But I mostly travelled to warmer places around the world. How much of rain can you take? How many days can you go without seeing the Sun? (I guess that explains the British drinking problem)
There was a time when I used to celebrate rain. It was like an auspicious occasion. Something to look forward to. Now, in London, all I see is rain. It drizzles every day. I mean EVERY DAY! It is always wet and cold here. I assure you there is nothing about learning to dance in the British rain.
I was born and raised in Saudi Arabia, spent some significant years in monsoon Dhaka and many long years in scorching heat of Texas. All my life, I have only known heat. I did not know what it was like to be somewhere so sun-less!
Sun dresses, loose t-shirts with cotton capris, flip-flops, hot sand beaches, ice creams – seemed like a very natural thing. In Texas winters, I always looked forward to wear my designer boots matching with my pretty overcoats. I was excited to dress-up for 3 months of winter bliss.
Since last May, till today- every day it has been cold in London. Yes, somedays were chillier than other days. Bottom-line, it has been winter everyday. I have no idea why the British bother to name their seasons. It’s ONLY winter here.
My husband has been planning quick getaways for every long weekends we get. We tried to accommodate some mini-trips within U.K. around my frequent trips to U.S. Travelling excites me. And I love packing for trips. I get an extra opportunity to shop and re-do my wardrobe for the “season.” But to my utter-shock, every where we visited was chillier than London. Seriously! I had to wear heavier jackets, woollen beret, gloves and lot of layers under my “mountain jacket.” I was so disappointed that it really did not matter much what I wore under my mountain jacket. Epic loss!
Speaking of epic-ness, my husband planned couple more vacations in really cold places. He is overly thrilled to show me the haunting beauty of Ireland and the gorgeous highlands of Scotland in the coming few weeks. According to my husband, the weather will just get “nicer” everyday from now on because "summer" is just around the corner (wishful thinking). To my dismay, Ireland and Scotland will be colder than London (like I was boiling in London heat). Why o why?
Why can’t it get warm here? I wish there was a warmer place in U.K. I am so sick of wearing jackets that are much heavier than me. I want to go somewhere I can wear flip-flops and show off my beautifully done toe-nails. I want to visit somewhere so warm that I will only crave ice creams and I have to eat it before it melts and drips through my fingers. I wish for a REAL summer.
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