I don’t think that I’m the “weather” type of girl. As a purebred SoCal girl, I will admit I am a bit of a snob when it comes to my weather. I prefer my days not too hot and not too cold. Not too dry and not too wet. Is that too much to ask for?
In the past three weeks or so that I’ve been in Shanghai, I’ve experienced humidity so high it should be illegal, rainfall that flooded half the city (resulting in organized chaos), sunshine so strong that Nancy asked me why I turned so dark suddenly, and today a spontaneous rainfall that went from slight drizzle to insane downpour in the matter of 2 seconds. Luckily I had my 19RMB Chinese umbrella with me. Unluckily, my shoes and pants were still soaked the whole way through. I believe the rain was falling at a 45 degree angle aimed directly at my feet. I am positive I did not step in any puddles, yet my feet still squished water on my walk back to my apt. There was also a small pool of water in my backpack. Though I still have yet to figure out how that got in there as I thought I had it zipped up completely and covered.
And now, with the rainfall gone, I’m enjoying a gentle cool breeze through my bedroom window on the 8th floor.
What’s more perfect than that? Two days ago I made a discovery that could rival Columbus’s discovery of America.....
My apt’s windows have sliding screens!
You don’t know how happy I was after this discovery. Now I can keep the windows open while worrying less about unnecessary mosquitos flying in and feasting on my body.
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