…it is frickin’ cold in Beijing right now.
I don’t know what it is, I grew up in New Hampshire and went to high school up in the White Mountains, but there is something about the Beijing winter that chills me to my core. Perhaps subzero temperatures divorced from snow simply feels colder. It probably doesn’t help that our little pingfang lacks a significant source of warmth, relying solely on two moderate-sized space heaters (one per room). Suffice to say that I can see my breath as I write this and the cat has spent the afternoon buried under the eight layers of blankets which cover our bed.
Taking a shower this morning was…an experience. The small bathroom (located across our courtyard from the main house) heats up quickly once the hot water gets going but the before/after can be a bit chilly.
Nevertheless, I wouldn’t trade our little home for anywhere else (at least in our price range). Now if only spring would come and we can get the garden in and the barbecue grill up and running…