It’s easy to forget that it’s summer back home. Cold season is upon us in full force on this side of the world. People laugh when I say that. They don’t believe it can be that cold, but trust me, it is!
Joel and I learned our lesson when we lived in Zimbabwe almost a decade ago. Concrete floors and no insulation mean even a drop in temperature by 10 degrees can feel quite dramatic. I remember going to bed with a hot water bottle at my feet, multiple sweatshirts and blankets, a toque on my head and still struggling to get comfortable. We had a water spout outside our house that leaked and some mornings we would find an icicle hanging from it.
This time around I was a little more prepared, especially knowing I’d have kids to keep warm. The boys all go to bed in fleece PJs and we splurged on heaters that we use when necessary. They venture off to school in trousers (we have to say “trousers” because “pants” means underwear here), sweatshirts (knows as jerseys) and toques. I brought some wool shirts, big sweaters and fuzzy slippers. Yesterday was our coldest day yet. July can be quite cloudy and windy and it was rare that we saw the sun peak out. I wear flip flops virtually every day here but yesterday was the first where my socks stayed on all day. After hours on the clothesline, my laundry still wasn’t dry.
Although it can be hard to warm up, we don’t actually mind. In just a few months we will be in the peak of hot season back to constant sweating. When it’s cold we can always wrap ourselves in one more blanket, but there’s only so much relief from the heat especially when power cuts prevent our fans from working. Just as those of you back home welcome the warm weather after enduring a long winter, we are enjoying the treat of jeans and sweatshirts, warm soup and hot chocolate. When I catch myself complaining I quickly remember what is to come and how short these few months are in our otherwise hot climate. Happy summer!