It feels soooo good to be home and to not be living out of my suitcase. We've been on the road for 5 weeks which is the reason I haven't posted anything in over 6 weeks. LOL. We started out in Seattle, stayed there for 10 days...then we went on a road trip to San Diego (pictured), stayed there for 2.5 weeks, during that time drove up to
Los Angeles twice, flew back to Seattle, stayed there a day, then it was back to
Saudi. We did SO MUCH stuff, it was awesome. We went to concerts, historical tours, amusement parks, the beach, shopped, hung out and celebrated Thanksgiving with family and friends. We went to the American Music Awards!!! I could hardly believe I was there. That shi*t was crazy! crazy!! I have a lot to share, but since I'm trying to be a "travel writer", and I have to work on my story telling skills...
I'm going to use this past trip to write a few travel articles. In fact, I have 4 planned articles from this trip. They will be posted on my travel blog, Black Chick On Tour.
Even with all of that...I was ready to come home, and settle down. The thing is, I've been back 6 days and I feel "normal". Not like, "I'm back in Saudi"; as I have in the past. That's cool. The jet lag is still getting me, but that will pass. Now...the funny thing is...I'm
still living out of suitcases...Hehehehehehehehehe....
P.S. In celebration of what will be my 1 year "Living in Saudi Arabia" anniversary that's coming up in a few weeks, I'm working on a video post in which I answer some of the questions that I have received over this year from family, friends, and people who have viewed my videos and have stopped by my blog. =) So stop back by in a coupla weeks to check that out.
Peace!!
5 comments:
Terri- I have been in RT perhaps a little longer than you have. We have been out about a month (in Paris right now) but due back late Sunday night). In the past year I have always experienced a slight depression upon returning to KSA but am hoping that this time I feel the same 'good to be home' that you have. At some point you have to accept the totality of the decision to live there - right??
Jackie
Hello Jackie, Yes, at some point you have to accept the totality of the decision. But, for me, I felt like I had to option to leave, and I rode that fence for the 1st 9 months here. It was more like I got to a point where I had nothing that was of substance to complain about. The reality was that I had a pretty good life. I started getting out, met a great group of friends to hang out with, and I go to Bahrain twice a month!! LOL. But seriously, it totally helps. Even if you just go to lunch have a glass of wine and then go watch a movie.
Some people say it helps if you leave a few times during the 1st year, that it takes leaving and coming back a few times to get to where you think of it as home. And, I've been out of SA 4 times this year, once for 2 months.
BTW: Have you run into me on camp?
Hope you're enjoying Paris!!
No, we haven't run into each other on camp. I too left 4 times last year for varying lengths of time - necessary for my sanity and it helped but the returning 'depression' concerned me some. This time however it does feel different, as much as I have loved, loved, loved our time in the US and Paris, I'm looking forward to getting back home. It's time to stop eating and drinking like it's my job!. Even the fat jeans are feeling a little snug, a sure sign the party must end.
LMAO!!! Ohmigod!!! I hear ya. It's soooo true...I was eating and drinking like it was my job. Gained 10 pounds while OOK. I ate every single thing I missed. LOL. And, I came home and the jeans wouldn't wear all year, because they were slightly too big...are now too tight. So...I'm back on the "I'm in Saudi with the crappy food" diet. I've already lost 2 pounds.
Thank God for yoga pants - while not visually forgiving they have a lot of 'give'. I'm planning on wearing them on the plane tomorrow. I'm too fat for vanity at this point. I'll be back in Saudi soon enough and the food options are - how you say - limited. But right now, I'm preparing to put on those too tight jeans and go our for our last dinner in Paris. Mmmm.
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