When I first moved to the UK back in 2020, I had this classic picture of London stuck in my head: grey skies, foggy mornings, the odd snowfall transforming rooftops into something straight off a postcard. People never leave the house without an umbrella, a city known for its cold, and winters that seem to last endlessly.To be honest, today seems to be a far-off memory from years past. Fast forward for 2025 finds the London I imagined nowhere to be found. Personally, I have seen the significant variations in the temperature here during the last several years. had to head back home in 2020 because of COVID, and by the time I finally made it back almost a year later, it felt like I’d arrived in a completely different country — at least in terms of the weather. And summer? Summer here has turned into a full-blown emotional crisis. I’m exhausted, struggling to sleep, completely drained, and those heatwaves? They’re brutal. Every summer feels like a survival challenge — and to be honest, I’ve been failing miserably. I lose my patience, melt inside my own house, and question every life choice. The most ironic (and honestly, most annoying) thing? When people tell me, “You’re from India — you should be used to this heat!” And I’m like — Really bro? Why do you think I have left India for? In India, we expect the heat. We’ve got air conditioners humming in every home, ceiling fans spinning above every room, and buildings designed to help you survive scorching temperatures. You walk into a shop, a house, an office — instant cool relief. But here in the UK? Different story altogether. This country simply wasn’t built for heat like this. The houses are designed to trap warmth — a cruel joke when the temperature hits 30 degrees or more. You fling open every window, pray for a breeze — but all you get is hot air and instant regret. And don’t even get me started on public transport during a heatwave — it's basically a test of endurance, patience, and how well you cope with zero personal space. It’s wild to think how different London used to feel. People wore the cold like part of their identity — foggy mornings, crisp evenings, the occasional winter snowfall.Now? Snow feels like a fairytale — it barely ever shows up. Summers, though? They stretch on longer, hotter, and more unbearable every single year. It really makes you wonder how fast everything has changed — and how completely unprepared we are for this new reality.
Never thought I’d say this, but right now? I’d trade anything for a grey, chilly, rainy London day. Until then, it’s just me — melting through every heatwave, praying someone installs more ACs before the streets start melting.
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