I am one angry egg. It’s been almost two months that I’ve been waiting for our visa to come through. I know I should think about Jul who is having a rough time as well, but in my head, I can’t help wishing that the situation be reversed. I can’t take any more 24/7 baby…
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There are good nights, and there are bad nights. Just as there are good days and bad days. But the nights – the bad nights – are the worst. Tonight, for example, is a bad night. These days, Lila won’t sleep if she doesn’t see me next to her crib. To achieve this, she forces…
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I thought it would never come, but finally, summer showed up this week. And what a difference the sun makes. Everyone seems happier. Children play in the streets up until 9 pm. People have swapped coats for shorts, and the sunglasses are out again. It’s been a tough week for me, and I’m sure it…
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Last week it rained for almost a week here in Qatar. Drivers, confused, got into accidents. (”Why is water falling from the sky? How strange. I shall drive faster than usual!”) Endless Doha construction didn’t help either (”I am a pothole and covered in water, therefore I am invisible to man and their cars, cars…
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Setting up a rendez-vous with a gynecologist isn’t exactly on my list of “10 Things to Look Forward To”. Even so, because I’m all adult and mature-like, I patiently go through the Pages Jaunes in vain search for a clinic. I do have one criteria to meet: my gynecologist must be female. Last year’s trauma still haunts me:…
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My alarm clock is set to 6:25 am every day. A backup alarm for Julien, since his phone’s alarm clock has a Decision function installed: it decides whether it feels like ringing or not. At around 10 or 11am I finally manage to struggle into a vertical position, though somewhat slumped, and make my way towards the…
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The sky was dark yesterday morning. These last few weeks I’ve been waking up to sunshine. Yesterday I knew it would be a different day. During the afternoon the sun picked up. Jumped into 28°C pool water. And I dove and I dove into the water trying to touch the bottom. The pool is an…
Read MoreI should be used to this by now. After all it’s been two years. And yet saying goodbye at the airport is still as fresh as a new wound. Last night, amidst aimless chatter and throbbing music, the hands on my watch hit 11 and then there was a curious rush in my stomach, as if fueled…
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