emancipation
i am extremely excited about this new blog.
i can finally tell you stories about my silly city.
this feels unbelievably liberating.
if i go to madinat jumeirah, i can actually write about how much i love that place.
i wish i had done this before…i think this may help me snap out of my sulky, childish ‘i’m so bored’ phase.
i wonder (over-analytical me kicks in) whether i am craving change or excitement because i am in a real relationship that may actually go somewhere (gasp!). he laughs often and tells me that i would be the ‘runaway bride’. relax, i am not getting hitched. it’s just that there are no barriers anymore. i always chose men that i couldn’t marry, because they belonged to a different religion, different country. and this time, he is the same religion, same country and everyone keeps asking, ’so when are you guys getting married?’ - it gets on my nerves.
changing blogs, changing hair colors (drastically), changing the way i dress and developing a booty short obsession to replace the thong one seem to be the only way to address the fact that it doesn’t look like i’ll be changing my man anytime soon.
