“You know, of all the places I’ve been – and I’ve been to a fair share of them – I’m having a bloody hard time finding somewhere that’s better than Australia” – 60-something Australian passenger on my flight back to Australia from Canada.
I couldn’t help but laugh when I overheard that because I thought the same thing, except replace Australia with Canada. In the end I suppose you just can’t help love your home more than anywhere else.
I got back to Australia after about 4 weeks home just yesterday. The trip was…interesting. As I expected my parents (i.e. my mom) pounced on my the moment I got home with the marriage subject. No wait – they waited about 2 hours, after I had eaten dinner.
Lots of things happened but let’s just say that after a week I was calling the airlines to try and change my return flight about 5 days up from what it was. Didn’t happen.
Overall it was a bittersweet trip home. I got to see my good friends, and see bits of their new lives – Ruby and her new house, bridal showers for two close friends, baby showers, meeting someone’s new finacee. It was bitter because I won’t get to be a part of the actual events like the weddings and the baby (I tried bribing the kid to come out early…obviously not effective enough).
All I can do is release a loud, feel-sorry-for-me sort of sigh and shrug my shoulders and bite down on my lip so I won’t turn into a sobbing mess.
As I muster the energy to be optimistic I’m trying to tell myself that I’ll be alright – I have exactly one year left in school which is the biggest thorn my paw right now and then I’ll be home for good and amongst the people I love most.
But there’s also this sort of sense of dissatisfaction with the next couple years. Like a distant feel that I want to accomplish something more than just a law degree, but the frustrating thing is that I don’t yet know what it is. It’s far from something humdrum like taking up knitting (no offence to my knitter friends – I’d be afraid to cross you with a set of knitting needles in hand) but maybe not so far-fetched as wanting to move to another country (other than the fact that my parents would conduct a safari expedition to track me down if I so chose to do so).
It’s unsettling.
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Glad you made it home safe and sound honey! I can’t wait till you’re home again! I found your fuzzy peaches like ten minutes after you left the other day, I was so mad! I think I know what you want to accomplish btw…the biggest, best purse collection ever!
Hey! I didn’t even know you were around. Oh well, next time I guess
I think everyone feels that way when their life is focused on one goal, it happens, you get faigued, you’re human.
My cousin’s medical pursuits took him to Egypt, back when there were no air-conditioners in dorm rooms. And in the heat of the summers he would continue to study, and a dinner invitation/free meal would be a godsend if anything. He was a poor, lonley student with a huge family in another part of the world. Then his residency took him to scotland, and London and so on and so forth. Once he arrived in America, he had no money, no job and yet another set of exams he had to complete. He worked as a cashier, pizza delivery guy..so on and so forth and kep getting fired becuase he would give away stuff free.
Eventually he passed his exams and met his future wife on the first day of his residency in NY. That my dear was about 15 years ago. He’s now a pinoneer in his field, with a beautiful wife, son and all the things I am sure he thought he would never have.
Life happens when we’re busy doing other things.
Don’t worry, you’ll have everything. It’s only a matter of time.
Lots of love and kissies from the great North….
awww sweetie , may allah give you a good husband that will put a smile on your face
I do know how you feel .
Ruby – you know me too well
And I can’t believe I forgot to give you back your tupperware – odd place for me to write about it, but in case you read it, I promise I’ll return it to you in August (unless my brother has made off with it, in which case I’ll replace it). My mom wants to know why I can’t eat navel oranges anymore…
Samosa – I think one of the last lines you wrote said it all, “life is what happens when we’re busy doing other things”. I think it’s just mild frustrating working itself out in my mind. Going back and forth between two seemingly different world has probably done it. I’m sorry I didnt get to see you this time, next time for sure!
Amal – Thank you for the dua
inshallah.