Where did Spring go?

 

As someone who had been living in Malaysia for most of my life, I'm pretty much familiar with only one season: SUMMER. Coupled with the humidity, that would mean I'm pretty much hot and sweaty almost as soon as I live the comfort of my house (with its 10 airconditioning units, I kid you not!) to endure the outdoors back home.

My happy temperature is between 12-20 degrees Celsius and since that correlates with Spring, I was so so excited that it's spring time here in London (where I am currently living hopefully for the foreseeable future). This, not Christmas, is the reason to be jolly.

However, I had such a shock checking out the weather app.

 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Wait what???! What happen to my happy temperature threshold I was looking forward to?? I'm typing this on my phone as I am waiting for the bus to go for my Airbnb during my hospital placement (I'll talk about my experience with Airbnb so far in another post) and it is boiling hot! 

It doesn't help how unprepared I am for this journey.

1. I'm dressed all-black, in an oversized tshirt and jeggings. And let me tell you, black really does absorb heat.
2. I don't have a water bottle on me and the accompanying dehydration is taking its toll on me.
3. I don't have any sunblock on me. Great, I just increased my chance of dying of melanoma. 

 

On the overground train with a slightly cold bottle of lemon water to my face to beat the heat. 

Hoping the rest of Spring is not like this. Because if not, I can guarantee an improper state of dress (or undress) and it's not going to be pretty!

Mirabel