Can't You See We've Got a Good Thing Here?
This next post is going to be about the weather. I hope that's not boring, but in case it is, I'm going to intersperse it with links to my favourite weathers from Welcome to Night Vale (if you haven't listened to it yet, you should!)
The autumn weather this year has been surprisingly mild. I'm accustomed to my seaside hometown, where autumn starts halfway through August -- and by 'autumn' I mean 'constant oppressive rain'. Some way into November, this usually becomes 'constant and oppressive rain with ice cold winds', which eventually petres out into 'constant and oppressive rain with slightly warmer winds', and then 'oh my god it's stopped raining we have to get to the beach now, go, go!'
This is probably why I find it so confusing when the hip Tumblrites start making posts like this and talking about how peaceful rain is:
However, we've barely had a drizzle in my uni town. Throughout September, the weather's remained fair. I've actually been sending regular Snapchats to my mum of our sunny skies, with the simple message, 26C TODAY OMG on them. For someone with a mild but still infuriating case of Seasonal Affective Disorder, all this sunshine is a godsend. Especially since, for the first time since I started uni, I actually have a garden this year.
Today, however, we had our first proper English downpour. Typically, it also coincided with my first day at a new job (nothing special, just waitressing). The cafe I was working at has only one 'solid' wall; the other three are all windows. So I got to watch everyone scurry about in their raincoats and blustering with their umbrellas outside as I carried orders around. At the least, everyone looked happy to finally know what they should be wearing. Walking through the high street for the last month has been an odd experience, when half of the people are sweating bundled up in hats and scarves and the others are shivering in short-shorts.
I don't know why I wanted to talk about the weather, but I do find it oddly fascinating. How's the weather been where all of you are?
The autumn weather this year has been surprisingly mild. I'm accustomed to my seaside hometown, where autumn starts halfway through August -- and by 'autumn' I mean 'constant oppressive rain'. Some way into November, this usually becomes 'constant and oppressive rain with ice cold winds', which eventually petres out into 'constant and oppressive rain with slightly warmer winds', and then 'oh my god it's stopped raining we have to get to the beach now, go, go!'
This is probably why I find it so confusing when the hip Tumblrites start making posts like this and talking about how peaceful rain is:
However, we've barely had a drizzle in my uni town. Throughout September, the weather's remained fair. I've actually been sending regular Snapchats to my mum of our sunny skies, with the simple message, 26C TODAY OMG on them. For someone with a mild but still infuriating case of Seasonal Affective Disorder, all this sunshine is a godsend. Especially since, for the first time since I started uni, I actually have a garden this year.
Today, however, we had our first proper English downpour. Typically, it also coincided with my first day at a new job (nothing special, just waitressing). The cafe I was working at has only one 'solid' wall; the other three are all windows. So I got to watch everyone scurry about in their raincoats and blustering with their umbrellas outside as I carried orders around. At the least, everyone looked happy to finally know what they should be wearing. Walking through the high street for the last month has been an odd experience, when half of the people are sweating bundled up in hats and scarves and the others are shivering in short-shorts.
I don't know why I wanted to talk about the weather, but I do find it oddly fascinating. How's the weather been where all of you are?