On my first travel journey of 2013, its crazy!! I'm in Dubai. Loving the weather. It's 70's here, their winter, our SUMMER exactly!!
I'm visiting my family, uncle, aunt, grandparents...its beautiful here. So many skyscrapers, 5-star hotels, huge-ginormous malls...I'm speechless about this place, its crazy ludicrous, insanely-awesome!!
Despite the fact that I have only slept for 14 hours after being here for two days, and coming off of a sleepless flight of 40 hours of no sleep...I'm ready for this new adventure to begin.
I cant tell you how blessed I feel to have this opportunity to see my grandparents after SO long. It's been 10 years since I last saw my grandfather...and a few years since last seeing grandma...its good to be home (it always feels like home when you're in the presence of family or people like family).
The smell of pear soap, smell of sandy desert, the smell of jasmine, the smell of delicious Indian food...all these smells remind me of my grandparents home. I love this house...so many memories from when I was a child...spending months at a time here....though I only have been here twice before, it feels like I had left a piece of me here.
The apartment buildings facing each other...the abnormal honking of cars..the smooth lifestyle...the cleaniliness of the roads...the authentic shawarma...You know that old adage about distance making you miss something so much...well I believe thats true in almost every way, but sometimes you don't realize how much you actually missed everything until its actually in front of you...how much you actually remembered of what you missed until its actually in front of you.
I missed my grandparents and didn't realize how long its been till I saw them. I even pinched my grandmothers cheeks. I missed my grandfather and how he always is on top of things and is ready by the speck of dawn for the day...with his slacks and hair combed back...always looking so handsome.
I missed it all it seems. the baklava...the pani puri...the indian music...I dont know the feeling of being home. I guess it all comes back to being Indian. They say you are not technically "from" the country if you are not born there, but I believe regardless of that, if you feel you so strongly about your culture, despite not being born there, you are still primarily part of that culture. Indian culture is also SO strong, how can you NOT miss it? ;) Also the wide mesh between Arabian and Indian culture is so different, so intriguing, so new to me, and yet so close to home.
I'm visiting my family, uncle, aunt, grandparents...its beautiful here. So many skyscrapers, 5-star hotels, huge-ginormous malls...I'm speechless about this place, its crazy ludicrous, insanely-awesome!!
Despite the fact that I have only slept for 14 hours after being here for two days, and coming off of a sleepless flight of 40 hours of no sleep...I'm ready for this new adventure to begin.
I cant tell you how blessed I feel to have this opportunity to see my grandparents after SO long. It's been 10 years since I last saw my grandfather...and a few years since last seeing grandma...its good to be home (it always feels like home when you're in the presence of family or people like family).
The smell of pear soap, smell of sandy desert, the smell of jasmine, the smell of delicious Indian food...all these smells remind me of my grandparents home. I love this house...so many memories from when I was a child...spending months at a time here....though I only have been here twice before, it feels like I had left a piece of me here.
The apartment buildings facing each other...the abnormal honking of cars..the smooth lifestyle...the cleaniliness of the roads...the authentic shawarma...You know that old adage about distance making you miss something so much...well I believe thats true in almost every way, but sometimes you don't realize how much you actually missed everything until its actually in front of you...how much you actually remembered of what you missed until its actually in front of you.
I missed my grandparents and didn't realize how long its been till I saw them. I even pinched my grandmothers cheeks. I missed my grandfather and how he always is on top of things and is ready by the speck of dawn for the day...with his slacks and hair combed back...always looking so handsome.
I missed it all it seems. the baklava...the pani puri...the indian music...I dont know the feeling of being home. I guess it all comes back to being Indian. They say you are not technically "from" the country if you are not born there, but I believe regardless of that, if you feel you so strongly about your culture, despite not being born there, you are still primarily part of that culture. Indian culture is also SO strong, how can you NOT miss it? ;) Also the wide mesh between Arabian and Indian culture is so different, so intriguing, so new to me, and yet so close to home.
