<aside> 🗓️ I had first shared this on April 30, 2021 . This thread is me working up the courage to host.
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It's not unusual for summer in Sydney to be warm.
But on this day, 19 December 2019, it's very unusual to be this hot.
It's 9am in the morning and the heat has already risen to 37°C.
A wild smokey day in metro Sydney. Super hot, 42°C tops, low-humidity and high-winds.
This day stands out, I remember it clearly.
After being away from home (Sydney) for eight months, the first pangs of homesickness had hit. This December, we travelled from San Francisco back to Sydney and we were looking forward to celebrating new love and new life with family and friends.
That morning, we got ready for our day. Our plan was:
A breakfast in Sydney
The beach that we were going to kick it on.
But before we could grab breakfast, we realised that a cloud of smoke had covered Sydney and that it would climb to an unbearable temperature if we rolled out our beach-towel for the afternoon sun. It would climb to 42°C by noon.
Instead, we stopped at the beach first at 9am, discussed some serious topics and made up our minds on our future. And I knew I could no longer ignore what was in front of our eyes.
The world was burning. And this world would be the same home I'd leave behind for our future.
The legacy of my generation, could be, an uninhabitable planet.
