Moving On.

Life demands Changes all the time. Some changes are embraced with open arms (such as a great career move), while others are reluctantly accepted; we can't always pick and choose, I guess. But some must things tag along.

It doesn’t matter if I move from Dearborn, MI to Columbus, IN (An excruciating 6 hours drive, done three times in one month. But not so excruciating when you are on the phone, talking to people in Libnan half of the way.), some things can not be left behind under any circumstance.

Such as my very loyal, beloved and durable mountain bike; bought in 2000, I think. For some reason, I just can not leave it behind. Maybe because it was one of the first few things I paid for it with my OWN money. I was going to ship it to Lebanon or Dubai when I leave BTW. It is funny how we get attached to some of our belonging sometimes.

Then there is my drink of choice. Chai (Falet akeed) or Zhoorat (min eeden il hajje bi libnen). The choice depends on the day of the week, the weather, how I feel that day, ect. Not to forget, ofcourse, the tea pot (ibri2 ichai) just like the one we get in libnan; No american designs, otherwise it might taste differently :).. and finally, brown sugar ot (preferable, but essential)

One wishes that dragging roommates and some friends along could have been as easy.

Life goes on.....