Last weekend, Habibi went out of town to spend a few days with a good friend. Like any good wife, I was excited for him to have some quality time with a friend...but I also couldn't wait for some precious "me time." Of course, I always miss Habibi when one of us is out of town without the other for an extended period of time but, the older I get, the more I come to cherish the time spent with my own best friend: me. Don't get me wrong; just because the mantra for going out has become Do I have to wear pants? Then I'm not interested. doesn't mean I'm a recluse or anything. Throughout my childhood and adolescence I was, in fact, quite extroverted. However, once I entered adulthood, things began to change. Gradually, I began to discover the joy that comes with (a certain amount of) solitude and how refreshing and re-energizing that can be. Plus, shucking your jeans at the door and running around your home in your jammies is ...
Food. Travel. Stuff I like but you might hate. "Parenting." En français. Rambling. Zero public attempts at crafting.