While Perth certainly gets muggy weather, it pales in comparison to the climate I grew up in. We had humid summers and humid winters, though up there in the tropics of the Northern Hemisphere, we just call it "the weather" and "hot".
So, arriving in Australia, I was immediately enamoured with this thing called winter, where you could stand outdoors and feel like someone left the air-conditioner on. I was absolutely a "warm in winter" kind of person.
Reverse-cycle AC was my usual way of keeping warm until I moved out of home at twenty-one. Since then, I've preferred this creature comfort in a less push-button way — not that there's anything wrong with mod-cons.
I dress in thermals on a cold day, drink lots of tea and warm water, eat spicy foods, get strategic with doors and windows to trap heat, even cajoled my partner into helping me make giant slankets so we could stay bundled up no matter what we were doing.
But I think my most favoured way of keeping warm is a little psychological trick. It frustrates me when circumstances don't change, so when a Perth winter lingers beyond a joke, I get very, very angry 😡 My rage drives me to move constantly, sometimes vigorously with angst, raising my overall body temperature.
Then I pop my slanket on to trap the heat and remain warm for hours ☺️
Right now our Southern Hemisphere mid-January day is working its way up to a hot thirty-something degrees. At the ever-advancing age of thirty-something myself, I'm very much over the novelty of winter's chill. I'm a "cool in summer" person now and love this blasted season.
Except when it goes for too long.
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