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| Taken the week of May 13, 2013 |
I never saw
myself as a becoming a blogger. I’m still not. Even when I was in one of the
most beautiful, exciting places on Earth, I lacked the spark to go and tell the
world about what I was experiencing. I felt bad about it, truly, until I realized
that that is the whole point. One needs to be present in the moment instead of
stealing away from it to write about it. Or put it on Facebook. Or Tweet it. Or Snapchat, or whatever your mode of social media is. Much joy is lost in not living in the
present. Therefore, reader, here I am now beginning
to reflect from home about the lovely land under the same sun as you and I.
I must tell you
that Abu Dhabi memories come back to me like pockets of sunshine that appear on
your windshield as you pass under a tree. They pass over me when I am doing my laundry, meeting new friends on my college campus from other areas of the world, drinking coffee in
Barnes and Noble while facing the travel section, or other God-nudging tasks. So
I greet the memory and return to that moment in time. I am so grateful for
these mini-vacations because I fear that someday I will forget the trip
entirely. I fear that when the henna on my feet starts to fade, my memories
will, too. But, that cannot be so. My hope is that this blog will preserve my
memories like one of the seashell museums we encountered in Dubai. This blog will be a very small museum with
few exhibits, mind you, but it is enough for me.
More to come,
reader, more to come. I just need another tree to pass under.
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| Taken May 23, 2013 |
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