so while i am living in self-imposed exile in this godforsaken country of dust and spice, life is continuing on quite vibrantly back home. and though i’m mostly ok with the fact that people’s lives are moving on without me, there are days when my heart breaks a little bit.
mainly when i see things like this:
the adorable babies in my life are just one of the many oh-so-sneaky things tugging at my heartstrings from home. and while logic implies that these babes will never remember the 1 year absence of their auntie al, i still miss them.
and sitting around missing the babies turns into missing my dog, which turns into missing readily-available toilet paper, sour cream, freedom from jc and nachos. and then it’s all over.
so when bootsy’s mom asked my husband (who i also miss, calm down people) this weekend: “how is al really doing? because her blog only tells us hilarious stories and not really how she is feeling.” (i may have added the ‘hilarious’ in there for emphasis…although let me be straight with ya’ll: i am hilarious) – i could only think that maybe a few more of you were wondering about this.
and so i answer you that how i am really doing is ok. alright. fine. so-so. medium-rare.
are there days when the pictures of your daughters and sons make me both smile and sniffle? why yes. but do i still understand why i’ve exiled myself here and why i have to stay in said exile? yes. and does that sometimes suck? affirmative.
so like many other things in our crazy lives, how i am really doing is complicated.
which is why i choose to write about a mélange (you like that word?) of things on this blog: a bit of life in india, some friends and family and a buttload of stuff from my past that makes me so uncomfortable the only solution is to share it publicly.
and it’s this freedom to unload (usually pointless) shit on you, my kind readers, which is truly getting me through the complicated-ness of being so far from home. so thanks – and make sure to tell your friends about me – because i’m hilarious.