Summer in London

Maria

@maria1672218110 · 26 Jun 2022

Summer in London

I don't know if it's the best, so many mixed emotions, some satisfying others not so much, summer arrived and I was born in a tropical country, I still feel cold, especially in the mornings, here I just woke up, I see people passing through the window, some go quickly, others not so much, but they have a common denominator, they are dressed in summer, it seems that the morning cold does not affect them, and I do not manage to get warm. and it is that 15 degrees for me is not hot. I used to feel hot with 38 degrees or more. then leaving the house is a challenge, getting dressed is a daily challenge, you dress for summer, but you are wearing a jacket hidden. just in case!!!

On the street on the train platform to go to work, I look like a clothed mole, I'm the abnormal one here, everyone in shorts and sweatshirts, in cotton dresses and sandals, receives the rays of the sun, which doesn't get to warm me up. the train passes through some parks and they are all lying on the grass anxious for those little rays of sunshine, while I blow on my hands to warm up. will you get used to it!!! They tell me the few acquaintances I have, but I really don't know if it will be possible.

I was looking forward to summer, since this country welcomed me with cold and rain, I walked with my suitcases accompanied by my children on the way home. to my new house. the rain was rolling through my coat and the cold was freezing at 1 in the morning of last December 5, however, it was my best welcome, because my children were waiting for me at the airport, three years ago without a kiss and a big hug, so summer was expected in the hope of receiving a little bit of the abandoned heat.

Today. this morning I realized that nothing will be the same, that summer as I knew it, will not come, not like this. that life changed, that everything from now on is and will be different, that my severed roots must grow again and take hold in a new land, in order to flourish to new possibilities, that getting used to it is just one more challenge that I must face, and that I am happy, perhaps in another way, but who holds the key to happiness?