A year blogging..now

A year blogging..now
Anniversary
And here it is my first candle blown at the bloggers’ corner. It is so very astonishing how people may encounter so many events in one year; at first there was this French class, then came along recognition and awards. A little hope came down the road when I had this opportunity to do an interview for a new job, meeting new friends, developing a new lifestyle, and then departure, settling and starting over in Amman. A lot of mixed feelings accompanied me in my one year journey varying from nostalgia to my lovely hometown, victory on what I have accomplished at my French school, loneliness for not having a close friend to talk to, followed by anxiety and the fear of the unknown. I have also experienced a cultural gap upon my arrival to the heart of the Kingdom. To be honest, I still can’t cope with it very well. It is just how people are very different to the ones I have been dealing with for the past six years; the lack of respect just makes it very difficult to communicate with others. Be it behind the wheel, at the cash lineup, or simply while waiting for a cab, everything here makes believe I am an outsider. I have never felt that uncomfortable towards my country probably it is because I was away for so long, or maybe I have really grown up and things don’t seem as glittery as they used to twelve years back.

Miss Deena
It was time for me to live my life as a grownup so I had to start looking for an occupation and it was anything but easy.
Job hunting= interviews, interviews, and more interviews but nothing promising, sadly. I’ve lost count of the number of interviews I had a couple of months ago. I also came across the worst job ever. It was job number 16 for me (number 5 on my resume) where I was supposed to be A Public Relations Manager (pretty cool title, eh?) well, yeah! But I didn’t know that the job description had responsibilities of a doorman, a secretary, a sales representative, a marketing manager, an H.R manager, and a baby sister! This is when I said this just got to STOP.

Unlucky in love, Unlucky in life
I never really knew that being an adult meant that one has to master the “love game”. To me, I have always regarded it as a sacred sincere relationship between two completely honest people without deception, lies and indecency. It’s just frustrating when your dreams are shattered before your eyes one too many times, and you still believe in the power of love and that you can overlook just about anything to make this thing work. And how all your efforts are meaningless to your partner and breakup seems to be the easiest way out.

After a year of blogging, I found out that writing down my every little emotion is meditating yet relieving. People come and people go, therefore, all I will be left with is a memory noted in a little scribble on my blog.