The past five months were quite something; a solid portrayal, of how badly I handle stress, pressure, and inevitable anxiety – I’m such millennial, I know. Please bear in mind, that I didn’t have avocado toast within my hands, so it was quite a challenge.
It surely has been a minute, and it’s fair to say, that life’s been taking its toll on everyone, in every single way, and by any means possible. If you can relate, that’s comfortable to hear, as you weren’t the only one in the boat.
The Khaleeji Expat – A podcast that seeks to explore various aspects of life in the Gulf. Be it matters that are within the scope of social media and its effects, Identity, lifestyle, or fashion, Georgie Bradely and her guests elaborate on such things with an intelligent, and lighthearted manner.
God bless these 20 somethings I say, when I’ve barely learned its lessons; besides the lessons of heart break, and the process of learning who I am, and what I stand for – which is something I thought I already knew, but I guess I was just naïve – clearly.
I write you a story, but it loses it’s thread – just like how Andrew Birds verse is going to. It’s quite literal when they say how one song can usher an abundant amount of memories, and Pulaski At Night surely did.
As I dust of my keyboard, crack my knuckles, and plug in my headphones, I realize how long of a while it’s been since i’ve last worked on content – I regret how I allowed it to happen, but all that falls, must rise again – so here’s hoping…
It’s very much a masochist cycle of reconstructing the foundation, and then deconstructing it to mere gravel. The tint on these rose colored glasses have faded, and the vivid images, and recollections of past occurrences have been groundedly invasive.
It’s very evident that I am who I am today because of who my parents once were, and till this day remain to be – Romantics, hopeless romantics. After nights of asking them individually about how they met, and how they fell in love, It ended tonight with the outcome of me breaking down infront of my mom.
I’ve said it once, and I’ll keep on saying it again, the night and I are fairly acquainted. We’ve built quite a bond, and the strength of it, revolves around you, and us, or what we used to be.