Hello everyone who is reading my blog,

Well I don't know what to say. I'm sitting in my apartment in New York with a lot of energy and excitement to go to work tomorrow, and to begin the weekend. It's 11:14 pm, by this time tomorrow it will be the weekend, and on Saturday I will see some GREAT Bahraini members of my family.

I started a new job almost two weeks after I came back to New York and every once in a while I look around the office or have a moment where I feel like the luckiest person alive to have gone from one job that makes me settled, happy, and surrounded by people I can learn from right into another job that does the same and gives me a new place to be an active person. The organization I work for is called City Year. I heard of the position through Jen, who has helped me in more ways that I can begin to describe for the past few years.

My bedroom-- I sleep under the blanket I bought from Mexico, looking up at the quilt from Panama, near my flag of Belize, near the University of Sharjah flag, which is facing my signed Bahrain flag that's hanging on my door. There's so much of my past to come home to and it brings a certain comfort knowing that all of that did exist and is still a part of me. I wonder if there will ever be a time where my room doesn't look like a collection of random stuff-- I think I'm too sentimental to let go.

Confusing moments-- I sometimes feel stuck between two tides. What was normal a few weeks ago, no longer is normal. Some things in my mind are so different that it really confuses me thinking that I ever thought some things were normal. Little conversations with old friends or reading old notes bring me back into the random previous me's and then I feel confused. The funny part is, I never saw a change but looking back at these few years, I see a world of differences in me. It must have happened on the airplanes because wherever I landed things were always normal.

I'll post again in a bit. But who reads this stuff? Sometimes posting worries me.