It’s Autumn break for me. Strangely enough, this break falls exactly 2 weeks prior to Winter Break. I decided to head to Cappadocia. One of the things that excites me about Turkey is the variety of domestic travel opportunities. I had read and watched videos about Cappadocia in the past. It is a region in
And Ya’ll. That really got me to thinking about how we make all of these excuses not to listen to other people, even the people we say we love. I started considering all the misunderstandings we have with those around us who speak the same language. And I started wondering, are we truly listening? Are we trying to hear?
This is my name written in Arabic. You read it from right to left. I took an Arabic class during the months of October, November, and December. I learned to write the entire Arabic alphabet and could read short words. Seven months after this class, this is the only word I can still write. About
Ya’ll. Full disclosure. I don’t pray that much anymore. It’s kind of a long story, but you’d be lucky to catch me blessing my food at dinner. Things aren’t spiritually bad, just different. I’m more like, “Okay, God. You good? I’m good. Alright, hmu.” Or something like that. Anyway. My point here is that because
I am in between houses. I am, as they say, about that hotel life. I’ve read in books and short stories that this is supposed to be “the life”: living out of suitcases, walking under city lights, staying up until dawn. The reality is far less glamorous. At my age, I feel deeply the discomfort of