Four years ago, if you had asked my friends what kind of person I was, they would have told you that I was a control freak, a workaholic, and someone who was extremely busy with life’s flow. That isn’t to say that I didn’t have a social life. I did. I made time for my family and friends. My days were filled with deadlines and my free evenings were full of social events.
One afternoon, on a flight home after a weekend away, it dawned on me that I had the opportunity to drop everything and take a year off. I had been through a tough year in every sense possible. I had been wanting to take a sabbatical to do some traveling and learning for a while but never had the courage to do so. It dawned on me, that I was 30 years old, I was done with any financial obligations I had had, and did not have anyone relying on me. When would I get an opportunity like this again? I thought it’s now or never. Continue reading Turbulence
When I first moved here, I’d walk in the city listening to music, feeling liberated and light. I’d force myself not to twirl so that people would not think I was crazy. The big smile plastered on my face and my bouncy walk was enough to let people think I was. I remember asking myself, how long would I feel like this? This feeling must be temporary.
11 months later, I’m walking around exploring random neighbourhoods in the city admiring the old architecture and the charm of every alleyway.
11 months later, I still hold myself from twirling.
11 months later, I still have a huge smile plastered on my face.
11 months later, I still feel liberated.
This country has inspired me to do so much.
This country has nourished my soul.
This country has been good to me.
Day after day, I love this country more and more, and with it I love myself more.
As I was walking down the street the other day, I saw an old lady having a difficult time walking. She was trying to find a car or a wall that she can hold on to as she walked extremely slowly. I asked if I could help her. She grabbed on to my arm and we walked together.
She was headed to a nearby mini market to do some grocery shopping. The mini market was around 30 meters away but it took us a good 10 minutes to walk that distance. Naturally, during that walk, I was asked my name, where I was from, how old I was, if I was married, why was I not married and she shared information from her life.
Continue reading Living Without Social Boundaries
I’ve been having a run of bad luck for several months now.
It really started a month before I moved to Lebanon. It’s just been one thing after the next but mostly it’s been car accidents. I think it’s been 6 or 7 car accidents since April… and before you judge my driving, let me say that 2 of those accidents were when I was in a cab.
After each incident/accident, my friends have been waiting for me to break down or explode or something but instead I’d just shrug it off and laugh… until a few days ago.
Continue reading How Does One Survive in Lebanon?
I’ve recently been having discussions with friends and new people I meet on which country was our favorite to live in and we compare our experiences. You might have loved living somewhere that someone else hated and vice versa. I believe the reason we would have contradictory feelings about the same place was due to our own experiences rather than the place itself.
For instance, I lived in Dubai for a couple of years and it definitely is ranked on the bottom of my list of places I’ve lived in. It really isn’t because Dubai is a horrible place to live in but I didn’t make a real effort to settle and having a job I truly was miserable in didn’t help either.
Following the discussions I’ve had sharing experiences with others, I would say the below are the best tips I can give anyone moving to a new country:
Continue reading Settling in a new country
I was driving home, smile plastered on my face, open windows, enjoying the feeling of fresh wind on my face and the wind blowing through my hair. I just had had a good day.
Suddenly, my car started to twirl across the highway.
“No one crash into me, please no one crash into me” is all I remember thinking.
My car stopped right before it hit the concrete on the other side. I was in a daze. I didn’t know what hit me.
Continue reading Why I Thanked my Guardian Angel
I got into a service in which the driver’s young son was in the passenger seat with his iPod connected to the cab’s stereo playing a Taylor Swift playlist. Both father and son did not have their seat belts on and the driver was texting and driving.
They were silent for most of the ride until we got to Dora bridge where we picked up an elderly man who must have been around 80 years old. The man just wanted to get to the Mercedes-Benz showroom which as a lot of you may know, that’s like a 2 minute walk.
Continue reading Bad Behavior Example?