In this time and age, how do we single arab women in our thirties feel? How do we think those around us feel? What experiences do we go through, and how do these experiences affect our singlehood? Inspired from personal experience and of those of all the beautifully fabulous Arab Single Ladies out there, I hope this blog reminds us all just how amazing it is to be single! Or is it....?
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
It has been almost a year since I last wrote anything, despite the thoughts that lingered at the back of my head every once in a while, asking to come out. Yet, I believe I needed the peace and quiet of not analyzing every though I have, at least for some time.. It has actually been a good year, in general.. And I have more hopes and dreams and philosophies for this one.. I got a dog last May, a toy poodle puppy, which is turning to be one of the best companions I have ever had. He is now almost one year old, and it is remarkable seeing him grow up, and going through phases. We communicate in our own ways, we go on walks, we have plenty of fun playing with each other, and I adore him.. I took my mom to Russia for her 60th birthday gift last August, and we had a wonderful time. There was so much to see. It is one of the few countries that can still surprise you, in these ‘globalized’ times, with so much history and so many stories. I felt like I was moving in a different times, as I moved from one city to another, and had a great time imagining the many stories that must have happened around every other corner.. I dated, of course.. There was the ‘yeller’, the guy who actually seemed to be normal, for a change, until he yelled at me on our 4th or 5th date, and I mean screamed his lungs off. Then there was the cocky guy who after our first date texted me to tell me ‘he doesn’t want to tell whether or not he likes me, as he wants to OBSERVE for a while, before deciding the way forward’, as if I had no say in that. And then there was the joker who was unable to go complete a sentence before breaking into the dumbest giggles I have ever heard. Yes, it was a good year indeed. I also had a pleasant surprise from a friend who had hurt my feelings a couple of years ago, whereby I got a very surprising email from her, apologizing and giving me a closure that I think I needed. I don’t think we can ever be friends again, but receiving that email from her was something I well appreciated, especially as I never would have expected it. I started smoking again, which I know isn’t the smartest thing to do, especially since I quit for 6 months and so was able to know the difference. But hey, I can always try again, until I succeed for good, I suppose.. My cousin came for a visit and stayed with me for 6 weeks, during which I realized how much I love her, and how valuable our friendship is. We had lived together before, 10 whole years ago, and in this stay, I realized how she will always be a part of my history, and my future.. I love you, Ray.. This year brings with it lots of new hopes and new resolutions.. There will be new stories, some good and some not as good, I suppose.. I am excited, optimistic, and at peace.. Let the new stories begin!
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