Weather

I've gotten so used to the cool and temperate weather that I'm afraid I'm unable to adapt when I go home.

I've gotten so used to the dry air here that I worry I'll have breathing difficulties when I go home.

I'm used to applying lip balm after every meal.

I'm used to moisturise my body after every bath.

I'm used to wearing many layers of clothes prior to going out and taking them off one by one when I go indoor, however troublesome these tasks may seem.

I'm so used to the crisp and chilly weather that I can walk to Sainsbury 10 mins from my hall in a singlet, a thin flimsy windbreaker, a delicate pair of trackpants and a pair of slippers.

I used to detest the weather a lot; now I am habitutated so much so that it seems pretty enjoyable.

Especially in the morning when the freezing winds are the most refreshing and invigorating.

I asked Jan, who just flew back from home, when we were walking towards Tottenham Court Road that evening after school, "How's the weather back home?"

"Still the same."

"What's the same?"

"You mean you've forgotten the weather back home?!"

"..."

Yeah, I think I've "forgotten" already.

I even sweated a little when I was rushing from the bus stop to the lecture theatre in 5-degree-Celsius London last week.

Nevermind, winter is ending, spring is approaching.

At least, I'll have normal daylight hours again.

Soon.

I'll just have to condition myself again and again.

That's what it's all about - constantly changing, always attuning...

Must-dos
(1) Continue writing lab.
(2) Continue reading Social Psych Chapters 2 and 3.
(3) Go Borders' sale.