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Archive for December 2009

One of my ver’ good friends from the UK is married to an Australian. They lived together in the England for a while, and now live in Oz.

She said a while back, “The problem with truly managing to make a new place your home is that from then on, wherever you live you’ll always miss somewhere else.“

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I’ve spent a lot of time moaning about missing autumn – time to redress the blog karma. It’s a balmy, misty 29C today, and it’s December!!! Weird but wonderful.

Ten months is just enough to have covered a full range of seasons here. I arrived during the Northeast Monsoon – people told me it was uncharacteristically cold and dry. Having fled the coldest English winter of my lifetime, it was obvious the Singaporeans were wrong. That shit was hot! I fainted twice during my first two weeks, from dehydration I think.

From May it dried out and temperatures started to creep. I was forced to reconsider my idea of hot. Sidewalks shimmered, aunties took off their cardigans, I even switched from walking on the sunlit side of the street (tourist) to the shaded side (local). I forgot it had ever rained, and a trip to the UK mid-summer confirmed I would never live in temperate climes again.

Come autumn, those temperate climes lured me with their siren songs. The thought of being away from England as the days darkened (I NEVER thought I’d write this) seemed impossible.

But at some point in the past few weeks that changed. The Southeast Monsoon arrived. The days are cooler, breezes dance round the clouds. Each morning I’m greeted by a quintessentially perfect English summer day, the sort that could only be conjured by Wodehouse or Richmal Crompton.

I look at the sky and grin. My first tropical Christmas is less than three weeks away!

This is *exactly* what I can see from my living room window.