I wake up every morning hoping for a bright, sunny day, where I can walk out my door without worrying about wearing a jacket or carrying an umbrella, but summer isn't ready to come to Amsterdam yet.
My family back in Pakistan is complaining about how hot it is - 52 degree celcius is a joke really when you compare it to 15 degrees over here.
I try hard to imagine what it was like a few years ago when I was a part of that hot weather, but now I desparately wish for one hot day, when I can let my skin pores sweat and then take a cold shower and enjoy some ice cold beverage.
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