A word, about the weather. We live in a rainforest... we know it rains. However, this year has been the worst year in about 70 years for weather. First it was April; rain, fog, and some snow tossed in for good measure. Then it was May; ok, it's still raining. Then it was June; ok, sometimes we get a rainy June. Now we're into the third week of July, and the forecast is for nothing but rain. We're midway through summer, and it looks like it isn't going to come this year. The farmers are suffering as nothing grows without sunshine. The people are suffering... we've been stuck inside since September 2010.
I realize I am whining... but I love the heat! You might think that a pale-faced redhead would have the rain in my blood... my ancestors no doubt coming from Ireland or Scotland. However, they did end up in Australia... and I've inherited the intense desire to be warm, free of shivering.
I went to Sydney in November of last year to take a look around and see if it was feasible for dad and I to move back there. I left gorgeous sunshine and trees in bloom and came back to grey Vancouver, snow, not a stick of vegetation on the tree and about -3C. Which was an improvement I was told, over the -17C from the previous few days... was I ever glad being sick in Sydney had forced me to postpone my ticket for a few days.
No sooner had I arrived home, than my power went out. My suite is heated with electric heat, so when the power goes out in -3C weather, there is no way to keep it warm. I promptly burst into tears, and the first thought that went through my head was, "I'm in the wrong country!"
Following my trip to Sydney, I desperately wanted to move back. But how? The prospect seemed daunting, given all the restrictions with dad's medical care, not to mention my own issues. (Unemployment, no money... more on that later...)
I made the official decision on April 20th, as the freezing cold wind whipped around my head, and it was snowing downtown Vancouver. Decision confirmed July 14th, when it dumped rain all day, was cold and miserable and I realized we wouldn't be getting summer this year. And it would be another 10 month wait for spring again.
I realize I am whining... but I love the heat! You might think that a pale-faced redhead would have the rain in my blood... my ancestors no doubt coming from Ireland or Scotland. However, they did end up in Australia... and I've inherited the intense desire to be warm, free of shivering.
I went to Sydney in November of last year to take a look around and see if it was feasible for dad and I to move back there. I left gorgeous sunshine and trees in bloom and came back to grey Vancouver, snow, not a stick of vegetation on the tree and about -3C. Which was an improvement I was told, over the -17C from the previous few days... was I ever glad being sick in Sydney had forced me to postpone my ticket for a few days.
No sooner had I arrived home, than my power went out. My suite is heated with electric heat, so when the power goes out in -3C weather, there is no way to keep it warm. I promptly burst into tears, and the first thought that went through my head was, "I'm in the wrong country!"
Following my trip to Sydney, I desperately wanted to move back. But how? The prospect seemed daunting, given all the restrictions with dad's medical care, not to mention my own issues. (Unemployment, no money... more on that later...)
I made the official decision on April 20th, as the freezing cold wind whipped around my head, and it was snowing downtown Vancouver. Decision confirmed July 14th, when it dumped rain all day, was cold and miserable and I realized we wouldn't be getting summer this year. And it would be another 10 month wait for spring again.
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