My flat can be so bone-achingly cold. Every time I leave my room it feels like I’m leaving my warm cocoon for the depths of winter. The impending frost mocks me from every window. It renders me useless.
Heaters and hoodies provide a remedy of sorts, a short term fix. But in the end, even making a cape out of blankets wont help keep the cold at bay. It’s like trying to fight off cancer with panadol, it just doesn’t work.
Being poor sucks. But being poor and cold is worse. A middle class nightmare. These are the thoughts that consume me when I wake up to yet another heavy Christchurch frost.
But sometimes I think about people in my situation around the world. And it gives me a wry smile, as I contend that it must be better to be in my situation in Christchurch, rather than in Eastern Europe or Russia. I can imagine post-communist frosts would not be kind to the poor student. Therefore, although my flat can be painfully cold, its still a hell of a lot better than a Russian gulag.
Heaters and hoodies provide a remedy of sorts, a short term fix. But in the end, even making a cape out of blankets wont help keep the cold at bay. It’s like trying to fight off cancer with panadol, it just doesn’t work.
Being poor sucks. But being poor and cold is worse. A middle class nightmare. These are the thoughts that consume me when I wake up to yet another heavy Christchurch frost.
But sometimes I think about people in my situation around the world. And it gives me a wry smile, as I contend that it must be better to be in my situation in Christchurch, rather than in Eastern Europe or Russia. I can imagine post-communist frosts would not be kind to the poor student. Therefore, although my flat can be painfully cold, its still a hell of a lot better than a Russian gulag.
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