Every afternoon for the past two weeks dark clouds from the East slide in and do nothing. They want to rain they say I want it to rain, please, but it is so hot and dry any attempts to unleash are thwarted.
I finished Canada and read The Tenth of December in two days. I enjoyed Saunder's book until I read the final story and it left such a disappointing taste in my mouth. What is it, an author achieves some success and is given the liberty to be so creatively confusing and confused is how I felt and during the last six or so pages I wanted to give up but thought, wrongly, the narration would stop being cute and just explain what the hell is going on. So, with two days to go before we hit the road I got The Lowlands, a Mitch Albom book I'll probably finish quickly, and a Reader's Digest.
The kind elderly landlord collected my rent for the next two months and advised me to cut the power to the flat before I leave so I will have to, unfortunately, toss whatever is left in the fridge. The condiments will have to go, a bottle of mustard, a jar of mayo, bread, sugar free jam, a few tomatoes that are really hard to cut, I assume age did that. I've done some prepacking, Lord I haven't felt this restless about leaving in a long time and that is most likely due to residing in one of the boringest cities ever. I considered leaving a few days earlier and crashing in a hotel in Muscat but with Ramadhan in full swing, no restaurants will be open, and worse no bars will be open, especially after sunset, a most conservative difference with it's neighbor to the west. So, I slum it out here.
I go to my office every day, coming in around 9am and leaving around 12ish. All work is done, I could plan for next year but to what avail? I don't know what I'll teach, who I'll teach, I don't know if I'll be a coordinator again. I watched all the movies a colleague gave me, and I'm not a big Ben Stiller fan but the Walter Mitty flick stays with me. Why? I am a dreamer who once travelled, who once took photos. It isn't much of a desire anymore. To take photos, to travel. For one, my camera's lens has to be cleaned and repaired. Even the simplest pics are out of focus. And travel has lost it's desire though I continue to do it. I will be going to familiar places for the next six weeks. I'm doing my time, there's nothing left to explore I am afraid. Surely, there must be new places you'd like to see. Well, maybe but, right now, no. All I want to do now is get out of here and stay busy. Getting a laptop is a priority but I do so cautiously.
So, it's time to leave again.
I finished Canada and read The Tenth of December in two days. I enjoyed Saunder's book until I read the final story and it left such a disappointing taste in my mouth. What is it, an author achieves some success and is given the liberty to be so creatively confusing and confused is how I felt and during the last six or so pages I wanted to give up but thought, wrongly, the narration would stop being cute and just explain what the hell is going on. So, with two days to go before we hit the road I got The Lowlands, a Mitch Albom book I'll probably finish quickly, and a Reader's Digest.
The kind elderly landlord collected my rent for the next two months and advised me to cut the power to the flat before I leave so I will have to, unfortunately, toss whatever is left in the fridge. The condiments will have to go, a bottle of mustard, a jar of mayo, bread, sugar free jam, a few tomatoes that are really hard to cut, I assume age did that. I've done some prepacking, Lord I haven't felt this restless about leaving in a long time and that is most likely due to residing in one of the boringest cities ever. I considered leaving a few days earlier and crashing in a hotel in Muscat but with Ramadhan in full swing, no restaurants will be open, and worse no bars will be open, especially after sunset, a most conservative difference with it's neighbor to the west. So, I slum it out here.
I go to my office every day, coming in around 9am and leaving around 12ish. All work is done, I could plan for next year but to what avail? I don't know what I'll teach, who I'll teach, I don't know if I'll be a coordinator again. I watched all the movies a colleague gave me, and I'm not a big Ben Stiller fan but the Walter Mitty flick stays with me. Why? I am a dreamer who once travelled, who once took photos. It isn't much of a desire anymore. To take photos, to travel. For one, my camera's lens has to be cleaned and repaired. Even the simplest pics are out of focus. And travel has lost it's desire though I continue to do it. I will be going to familiar places for the next six weeks. I'm doing my time, there's nothing left to explore I am afraid. Surely, there must be new places you'd like to see. Well, maybe but, right now, no. All I want to do now is get out of here and stay busy. Getting a laptop is a priority but I do so cautiously.
So, it's time to leave again.
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