The promised Land!

Yossarian!

Confusion, nostalgia, yearning to vomit all that I've within me brings me back here.. Dunno where to start from (confusion) but the desire to write is strong. Skills are woefully lacking. Ditto with ideas.

Reading your blog again triggers the wish to post something. Anything. Irrespective of whether it makes sense, is worth the effort or the time. Or is the trigger 'envy'. My envy of your art? I try at imitation! The efforts are really SHOWING!!

I wonder if I should be happy or sad at my new place of posting. Bhutan. If I were going out on a holiday guess I'd have been happy (not that it'd have been my preferred destination to travel). Or, if I'd an inkling of what was coming too, I guess I'd not have been in this state.

Yes, my expectations that I'd be going to Lebanon are playing a big part in me not able to accept this placement yet. I expected that I'd go there - the Promised Land - and wander some (wonder some)! Nay, it's not happening and I still can't come to terms with that. There's none to blame (but myself). And, that's worse!. Wish I could blame it all on the weather. Or, my boss. Wife? I wish....