Hello peoples! I am really not good at this writing thing anymore… I think it has to do with the fact that I am not in school anymore and the literary phase is slowly passing but I pray it never really goes away. I remember when all I wanted to do was sit down and blog about every little thing! Now I just tell myself that I’ll summarize what’s been going on and when I do get round to it, it doesn’t seem as fun as it all was when I was actually doing it.

So here’s my summary:

I have been away from home for the last week and it’s been terribly lonely for me seeing as I have spent the last seven months with my fiance, seeing him nearly everyday and talking when we don’t see each other. I think it has definitely taught me a lesson… never to take his constant calls for granted. I used to tease him about how much he really must love talking to me but now I’m the one wishing he were here with me instead of another friend of mine I travelled with… But that would just make things all that much harder for us since we want to really only share the same room after we are married.

On a different note, this is the quickest I have ever been homesick! The things that love does hahaha! So yeah, I am getting a lot of the wedding things ready and it’s amazing how much of a help my mother and fiance have been. I really thought I’d be in control of everything but shock on me, they are running the show and i definitely don’t mind which is a surprise in itself.

I can now comfortably say that I am going to be fabulously dressed come that day and my baby is going to be the luckiest man alive and the happiest too! 🙂

Food for thought: Being in a ‘developed’ country reminded me of how lucky and blessed we are. There seems to be so much suffering here and no one ever catches it because they have been this way since they can remember. It is in their faces, in the hunch of their backs, it is everywhere. It is in the old man who has to drag a mobile kitchen along Fifth Ave to sell a couple of kebabs, in the stout black woman who greets us with a tired smile every morning as she asks us if we’d like our room cleaned. All these things make me feel a little unsettled because I feel like I am one with all these people, like we are of the same family, so every time I want to reach out and do it instead of them… I should be doing it for them, they are older, they deserve better than cleaning up after me in hotel rooms or feeding me as I waltz my way down one of the greatest shopping Avenues in the world… Would it work out better that way? Would the world be a better place if we saw each other as fam?