I've realized that I don't write as much when I am unhappy. Which I guess is a good thing considering I generally write a lot - blogs, e-mails, journal entries and other random bits of scribbling I keep to myself. And for the past few days, despite ample time to do all of the above I have hardly written a word, to myself or anyone else. My flu-like symptoms deteriorated into gagging-on-my-tonsils throat infection that had me down for three days. And it was on one of those days that I found there was no room on the incoming flight for Bryan, pushing his homecoming back to Tuesday, two full weeks after he first left. Needless to say I was a little bummed.
BUT, the good thing is a round of antibiotics has me back in the land of the living and, even though Bryan wasn't on the flight today, he was able to smuggle on a box of good stuff for me so tonight I dine on peanut butter and Nutella sandwiches! (And no, I'm not being sarcastic. This is a very good thing!)
Though I would never have wished to be here by myself for this long, I have to admit it has been really good for me. I have had lots of Arabic language practice with only my cat and dog to speak English to and it has been fun to learn new things. I have had to do a lot of those weird things that scare me like rounding up water (you've already heard about that one) changing money, paying construction workers (building a store room/garage for us) etc. All of this has left me feeling just a little more confident if I ever have to be here alone again and that can only be good.
I think those who will have to adjust the most when Bryan comes home are Asad and Nimir. I have found that one of the things I am not brave enough to do is sleep in our tent by myself in these horrific wind storms so I pulled my bed into the kitchen and have been sleeping soundly behind cement walls. This means though that Asad is usually cuddled up under my bed and Nimir cuddled up right beside me. I have had to take back all the bad things I have ever said about sleeping with animals. Lately, I haven't minded all that much...
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Hang in there- you are almost there!
ReplyDeleteLibby the brave! And I don't say this condescendingly...I mean it. Byran will be home soon!
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