What about the weather?

As a Swede you don’t realize just how obsessed we are with the weather, until you meet people who don’t care whatsoever. Hong Kong people don’t care about the weather. They look at me funny when I talk about the weather, like, why does it matter? It’s all the same to them, (except that it's not)... To me it’s second nature to talk about the weather changes, and I love talking about it no matter if I know the person or not. It’s almost an obsession haha. Well, perhaps it even counts as an obsession?

I guess if you grew up in Hong Kong, where the weather is not that dramatically different around the year I you stopped to notice. Basically you can dress the same all year round. Even if it will get a bit cold in the winter, the cold days usually just last for just a few days. In the summer it’s usually too hot to be outside anyway, and the Air Condition is blasting so frosty that people wear the same layer of clothes inside during the summer months as they would wear outside during the winter. Does it makes sense?

But they DO have more weather change than what they think. Right now the weather is very unpredictable. It’s raining, then pouring, 20 degrees and then 29 degrees, extremely humid, after thunder not so humid and sunny, all in the same day. True spring weather, so to speak. On my way to work I may walk in a short sleeved top, sweating at 8am in the morning. When I go out for lunch it’s instead a bit chilly, very windy and black clouds all around. And when I’m done for the day and head home, it’s pretty decent, I just need a thin sweater over my shoulder and walk home comfortably. I know, it doesn’t sound to exciting, but for me it is!

I am almost as obsessed with the weather as I am about time. I always want to know what time it is. I have clocks everywhere, including in the bathroom. A good living room usually needs two clocks, no matter how small the space is. And I nearly panic if I don’t wear a watch when I leave the house. Am I weird? I don’t know, I think that’s how I’ve always been. Perhaps it did get worse over the years, or perhaps I just didn’t notice that it was an obsession before. I think I got this need to keep an eye on time from my dad… (Love you pappi!)