When Luke and I made the move to Sydney a little under five years ago now, I think the biggest adjustment for me had to be those sticky hot and long summers. Growing up in Wellington, while we did have some lovely summers (and equally, some terrible ones), we generally didn’t see the temperatures rise much above 25 deg C. My wardrobe wasn’t exactly equipped for it, and neither was I. I was used to wearing long sleeves and oftentimes a jacket or a blazer in the middle of summer, and I quickly found myself trying just about everything to…