Ugh! what was I on with that last post?! Please, excuse the bad writing. I want to go through it and tear it apart! (for you non- writers, that means 'edit') I guess that's what chocolate cake does to you.
So, I was doing something really important until I realized that I need sleep. I have reverted back to US time. Its as if my body is somehow trying to very sneakily tell me that its time to go home. And yes- it is folks. Count down within one month.
I can literally feel my heart pumping at this very moment. I haven't felt that in quite a while. It must have something to do with the chest press reps I've been doing lately. I'm so excited!
I haven't really felt Oman lately. I have isolated myself into a planning and finicky little hole. The thought of facing Omanis makes me feel like I'm forced to go on a dreaded family vacation- or something.
I can hardly walk, or shop around here without feeling harassed by a zillion eyes. I prefer to walk late at night, with nature. Sometimes you can see every star in the sky, because the air is so clear here. I'm thankful that Oman is so scenic and beautiful. Dubai seems void of nature.
If it were to rain here for a few days, the desert would be so plush with greenery. Sometimes the every day bright sun can get annoying. In Kansas, I look forward to sunny days as I pull open the blinds each morning- like a surprise waiting to be revealed. Here I don't even have that sense of anxiety. Instead- I long for a gloomy cloudy day. It brings such a warm sense of coziness. It doesn't come around these parts often. Mind you- most Omanis have never heard really loud thunder before. Imagine not knowing what that sounds or feels like, for that matter.
See? I've learned to appreciate you, Kansas.
I remember driving down K10 with sun roof and all windows open, and everything is so green. I'm tired of brown here.
But as I say this with a large sigh- I will always miss the ocean. Nothing can replace Oman's beautiful coastline.
OK, enough reminiscing about a place in which I currently reside. Oxymoron anyone?
Love Love,
MY
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"It must have something to do with the chest press reps I've been doing lately. I'm so excited! "
Ha ha! Nice!
I grew up in Missouri (right next to the border though), and eventually I got tired of the rain all the time. But now that I'm in Phoenix, I find myself missing those muted rainy days. They feel 'cozy' I guess. Good point.
One month and counting....
Marwa, absolutely. I miss those days when you go outside in a t-shirt and suddenly it's sweater weather and you have to go back in.
It's like a surprise.
Well said.
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