One weekend I planned on going to Al Shaheed Park to walk around and get some fresh air. This place is a slice of heaven because it is filled with trees and water. A complete contrast to the sandy car parks and sporadic plant life. The main reason I don’t go or go anywhere is
I want to take you back to the first time I was able to scratch my travel itch. The place that popped my traveling cherry – so to speak. Since then, I have seen different places and practically been on every continent. My first travel experience was when I was a senior in High School.
The transition from summer break to going back to school is a topic most teachers can relate to. Everyone feels some type of way whether its happy, sad, whatever. Imagine going back to school in an international school. Coming back is nothing like my first time coming here. My first time here I was like a
“I’m going to get married at 21 and have kids by 23 so when my kids get older I won’t be old” This was my 13 year old plan because one of my friends had older parents and they never wanted to take us anywhere. In my 13 year mind, this meant they lacked energy
I use to want to change myself. I use to feel insecure about my inability to be as free and outspoken as others. I use to write in my journals declarations of the new me. I convinced myself that one day I would be so free that people would look up to me. I was