It’s harder than I expected it to get back into the routine of writing on a regular basis. For lack of a specific topic, and to avoid staring at a blank page for much longer (because it is driving me crazy), here’s a little life update.
All by myself
I’ve been left to fend for myself for the next three weeks while Anish is Stateside for work. It’s tough. Working from home, I’m accustomed to someone else being here for at least half the day. It’s a little tougher this time without any close friends or family. Time will fly by, and I’ll have someone to make my morning coffees, and cook my lunches for me again.
Writing your first blog post after an unexpected and unplanned hiatus is not unlike reconnecting with a friend who you haven’t seen in a long time. Do you play catch-up, filling in all the details of the time gone by? Or jump straight into something new and important that you can’t wait to share? Perhaps play awkward and will the awkward silence to be filled magically by something or someone else.
Hello awkward silence.
This past weekend, Saturday May 21st to be exact, marked the two-year anniversary of my move to Bahrain. TWO WHOLE YEARS. The date isn’t in my calendar, so I sort of forgot. I knew the move date was around May in 2014, sometime towards the end of the month. Mild boredom and curiosity got the better of me on Friday night, so I searched my blog to remind myself. Good thing I keep track of those important things somewhere.
There was a plan. No really. I’d be spending the holiday season with family back in London, with a tiny bit of downtime that I reserved for some 2015 blog summarising and 2016 blog planning. That was the plan. What actually happened was the tiny bit of downtime was a lot smaller than I’d expected and what I did have was filled with me sleeping off my terrible cold.
So why didn’t I get up on my blogging horse as soon as 2016 hit and hastily get on with the plan, even with it being a little late. Well, said cold turned into full on bronchitis and respiratory infection on returning to Bahrain. YAY!
For the first time, this Brit celebrated Thanksgiving last week. Well, I’m not sure celebrate is accurate. Thanksgiving dinner was had. Followed by much merriment. It was more just about the food. Isn’t that what Thanksgiving is all about?
Since as long as I can remember, I’ve really enjoyed having people over and cooking for them. Back in England I tried to do it as much as possible with my friends there. I’m proud to say I had an annual barbecue tradition where totally obscene amounts of food was cooked and consumed. And now I’m lucky enough to have a guy who enjoys doing this as much as me.