So I up and left this adopted city of mine some ten days ago because all in all it was just getting too much. The sea beckoned to me from a land not-so-far-away and immediately I packed my bags for the sunny, dry terrain that whispered my name. I got there on a Friday and lay low. I love surprises... unless I'm the one surprised... and so on Saturday morning I invited myself to a breakfast planned by friends and surprised mine. He didn't squeal in delight or trip over furniture but I know he was excited to see me and screaming with joy on the inside :P After enjoying delicious wholeweat pancakes drizzled with caramel, sprinkled with banana scallops and garnished with cream at N'eco's we drove around town happy just to be together.
Time had been going by at an insane rate - especially the last few months. I feel like I've just barely adjusted to October and already November has crept up to take it's place. This makes me super excited, for now, not only am I counting down the days on Monday for the weekends but I'm also counting down the months to summer, because this summer is going to be mine :) Any way, I digress, the reason I was talking about time whizzing by was because the nine days that I got in my port city seemed to really slow down so that every moment was enjoyed and every memory etched into our minds forever. My friends, my people, they make my life so special. A certain someone (my bestie) was missing, and had she been there, things would've been even more fun, but she's off pursuing her dreams at one of the world's top colleges so she is forgiven!
In the meanwhile I enjoyed spending time with family, being lazy, lying on the couch, watching tv, gossiping with my grandmother about various family members and family scandals. I lay on my tummy and contemplated life, laughed at meaningless, silly, things and made cupcakes with my little cousin. I watched Taken 2 at the cinema with friends and shared popcorn with mine while bugging him with my slushie as the other friends threw popcorn at me, giggled and whispered! We did dinners and lunches, enjoyed serenity and peace, made headway, talked about things serious and not-so-serious and generally had a jolly good time.
When the time came, yesterday, to say goodbye to my lovely city and my friends and family the grumpiness in me came out to rear it's head. I didn't want to leave, I wanted to stay on, but alas all good things must come to an end. And as I flew 35,000 feet in the air I realised that this wasn't such a bad thing. For moving forth is good... as November will pass leading us into December I have a feeling that we're going to have a good winter. I'm already planning a wicked new years here for which both family and friends will be heading on over to the land of fog and crisp winters, Lahore. A dress and dancing shoes are in order... after that I'm all set to party! Oh and a shiny disco ball!
