There are certain times of the year when I take immense pleasure in reminding everyone back home that the weather here doesn't change. This feeling peaks between mid/late November through March.
But two years in, I am slowly starting to feel the more subtle seasonal shifts that we get in this part of the world. I'm slowly starting to associate surprise downpours (we've had 6 or 7 today) as a characteristic of autumn and winter. It storms year-round here, but there is a marked difference in the intensity and frequency of the storms.
Maybe it's because I'm coming home for Christmas this year, so I'm keeping a close eye on the calendar, but I also seem to be gaining an improved sense of what the weather is doing back home. The lack of seasons has been something that I've found a bit disorienting.
I haven't set foot outside the tropics for just over a year now, and there have been points in the last year when I've really had to stop and think about what season it was back home. Months have even ceased to have their normal seasonal attachments here - as for work and planning holidays I often tend to think in terms of the Australian (ie Southern hemisphere) calendar (no trips to Bali when the Aussies are on holiday!)
As much as I love never, ever having to get out of bed on a cold dark morning and sprinting through cold air to a hot shower, I have, more than once looked longingly out the window at a deluge and wished it was just a wee bit cold outside.
All I'm saying is, Chicago, don't let me down. I need snow on the ground by December 13th.
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