Now I have wonderful Lani here and she is working like a little ant packing our stuff. Watching her I realise how bloody disorganised I am and how messy everything would have been if I did it all myself. It’s like my brain just can’t see how things should be packed in a good way.
It’s hitting me a few times a day that I am actually leaving very soon. Feels weird and sad…and exciting at the same time. I have all these crazy ideas about what I will do in Lebanon but I know I probably won’t do half of it…or maybe I will.
Feeling slightly lost in regards to the move and the fact that I actually don’t have a contact network there. It’s really easy to meet people when you move somewhere. The hard part is to find good people. Takes freaking ages for a dumbass like me. I tend to assume people are honest when they talk but I guess I have learnt a bit from my time alone here Bahrain. When I say good i mean honest and decent people. That’s all.