I’m sitting in my kitchen somehow too exhausted to finish unpacking but yet with an inspiration to put into words what I’m feeling. I feel a restlessness to write. The light in the kitchen is dimmed and the rest of the house is dark. I can hear the freezing rain pouring down outside while the furnace occasionally starts up downstairs to keep the house warm.
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We have all, without exception, experienced a challenging and difficult year. I too have had quite the experience that I can say has broken me in a way I never could have foreseen.
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I have fallen in love with a place I have never been, but nevertheless my love is not shaken by the absence of actually experiencing being there. I first fell in love with the English countryside in my pre-med years, I would spend hours in the school library which was quite basic and overlooked by me in previous years. Most of the books in there are the kind you would find in Salvation Army Donation Stores, leather bound, dusty or with really queer covers and titles. (more…)
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I am finally back home in Tripoli, I have been asking myself over the past few days whether I was homesick or if I would be okay to stay away a little longer. I shied away from answering my own question although I noticed how I had become a little tense the last few days I stayed at my grandparents house.
The house was finally empty yesterday afternoon when everyone went outside for some fresh air, feeling exhausting I decided to lie down in the dark and take a deep breath. If you know anything about traditional Libyan living it’s you have no privacy, my grandpa doesn’t even like it when I close the door to my room. So, I was glad to have a minute to myself however before that minute could turn into several minutes my phone rang. My dad told me he was waiting for me outside to go home. I quickly got dressed, grabbed my bags (purse, laptop and luggage) and bird cage.
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No idea where I got the energy this morning but I was up at 7:30am with nothing to do with everyone asleep. Flipped through my twitter feed looking for some hope in the world and couldn’t really process anything since I was still half asleep. I didn’t formally wake up until 11:00am when everyone else was finally awake.
We have moved over a month ago but we have a room in the house that we basically just stuffed with everything we didn’t feel like putting away. I was motivated this morning to sort through the piles of books, papers, toys, newspapers and every other thing that could occur to you. I dragged my mom along with even though she insisted that it would take too much time and we should just do it after Ramadan.