Sunday, 24 April 2011

Dear Mum & Dad, it's cold outside...


It's a little unbelievable that my first year of university is nearing its end. In just over a month I'll be flying back to the place that I call home, and trading in this American landscape for 100% humidity, ridiculous sunshine, palm trees. Oh, and the sight of my family. They're kinda important, shouldn't forget them.

But, speaking of the vast difference in weather between South East Asia and Northeastern America...



One thing I remember that my uni counsellor mentioned, but probably didn't impress upon us enough (and that we all probably ignored) was the effect weather has on your psyche. Every one of us picked schools based on our own personal preferences - tailored slightly by our parents' wishes - and I don't know about you, but I definitely didn't give much thought to weather. The weather in the region where I grew up has four seasons: hot & dry, very hot & dry, hot & wet, and very hot & wet. There are also four seasons where I currently go to school, however these four seasons are: spring, summer, autumn and winter.

It's currently spring, and spring is a lovely season because everything is blooming and it's not too hot, but it's not chilly either. Autumn is visually arresting in its blaze of reds, oranges and yellows, cold yes, but with room for one to dress fashionably. Winter though...Do not be fooled by quaint postcards and romantic descriptions in novels of crisp white snow and gorgeous firesides. Winter starts in Decemberish and extends through until around about March. Snow may be pretty as it falls, but when you add violent wind to it and the snow is in your eyes, nose and mouth it starts to look less pretty. You will not understand the expression "bitter cold" until you've experienced below freezing weather for four, five, six plus days straight. Sometimes it's cold enough to chill you to your bones, but not cold enough for snow, so what happens? The snow melts, and then it rains. Freezing rain. Which means ice everywhere, on every pathway and sidewalk. Which leads to many bruised and battered college students.

I'd never really shivered until I came here. I'd never taken so long to get dressed before being able to venture outside. Not to mention, winter clothes are damn expensive! Gloves, boots, scarves, earwarmers, hats, sweaters, t-shirts...the list goes on.

The first time I saw snow fall it was rather lovely and magical in a way. But I was quickly pining for my palm trees and my humidity.
So, think about the weather wherever you're planning to go for college. Stock your wardrobe accordingly, and don't be surprised when the seasonal depression kicks in. The weather is more important than you think.

Tip: Don't leave your dorm without knowing what the weather is like outside.

Sunday, 22 August 2010

Dear Mum&Dad, I'm terrified...

It's about eighteen days until lift off, and I still haven't finished packing my boxes for shipping.
They're supposed to go off to wherever cardboard moving boxes go tomorrow morning, and I still have not fully packed yet.

And of course, being me, what is greatest problem while packing? Books. Everything else I've packed, shirts, dresses, bags, shoes, I've thoroughly convinced myself I well and truly must have at university. And whereas I can weigh 20-odd bits of clothing and have it only come to a kilo and a half, I weigh 10 books on my scale and it comes to 3 and a half.

I have already (with much pain) chucked out Isabel Allende, said goodbye to The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time and Lord of the Flies and I refuse to part with anything else. I mean really, I DO have to bring Wuthering Heights with me, and I HAVE to bring Wicked by Gregory Maguire since I bought that with my own money and and and the list of excuses go on.

Sadly, due to the 50kg limit I've got (who knew clothes weighed so bloody much?) I've had to ditch my electric guitar and amp, since that takes up 15 or so kilos on its own, and am only bringing my acoustic (no prospect of joining a totally cool and awesome find-myself band in uni then).

Looking around at my room that currently resembles a cross between a natural disaster and the aftermath of Chernobyl, I realise just how much stuff we accumulate in our lives, and since I only moved here in 2000, I only have ten year's worth. What if I had lived here since birth? I don't want to leave this stuff behind. All my trinkets that serve no purpose, all my weird bits of paper I've scribbled on and not thrown away, old exercise books...they'll all have to stay. And I'll be leaving, leaving these four red walls and this big comfy bed and my organised chaos for a tiny dorm room with bunk beds and three other people that I have to share with.

And I won't be back again for a whole year, since flying home to see the family is a tad hard if you're in America and they're in Asia, and you're a poor uni student.