Norway is a seasonal country by every means of the word. We have harsh winters, rainy fall and if we’re lucky: warm summers. As a product of this Norwegians have a very schizophrenic relationship with weather and we feel entitled to complain no matter what – almost. The exception arises when the sun is out and temperatures goes up. 2018 has been a rough year with everyday snowfall during winter and hot, hot, hot summer days! We’ve haven’t had this kind of dry and hot summer weather since 1947 and now it’s taking a toll. You see, we just can’t handle it. We feel guilty complaining about something so rare and good, but in the end we’re not made for this. Neither is our country. Air conditioning? Say what? Do you even know how cold it is during winter? Our houses has more heaters than rooms.
Most posted picture on Facebook today:
Reason? It’s 35 Celsius/95 Fahrenheit.
I can’t believe I’m writing this, but I am super excited about this weekends thunderstorm. I hope Sweden gets some as well.. they aren’t doing to well with all their fires and now shits about to hit the fan over here as well.
…so from both the Norwegian people and our forests: thank you universe for sending some rain tomorrow!
ps. Reason we don’t complain about heat in other countries is that is expected and we know we’re gonna return home. Yes, we’re weird like that.
I hope you have beautiful summer weather AND air conditioning wherever you are.
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That is a luxury in America I would miss, though I still believe Norway would offer opportunities for me…despite my introversion. I hate that type of heat too. It’s humid here in New England.
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The seasonal weather is actually often what I miss when I spend time elsewhere. It’s the change, the freshness and how Mother Nature kisses your skin with whatever she has to offer and it’s just beautiful. Even if we complaint.
I think you will manage perfectly here in Norway. The key is to dress right and do as the locals do in times of frustration 🙂
Ps humid is the worst!! Ugh.
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