Today is Friday, one month since I moved from Amman, and today I can say that I’m getting comfortable and friendly with my new surroundings; I made peace with Kuwait. I feel better, more relaxed and easy about the sudden change. I can say that Kuwait is growing on me.
I don’t have a routine yet, but I’m enjoying the surprises more than I thought I would. Of course all of that is because of my loving husband Hamad, who made me feel safe and happy. Honey, I know you are going to read this, so I just want to say “I love you. You are the best.”
On other fields, I’m still a bookaholic so the first thing I complained about is the bookstores, or lack of rather; but because Hamad is my best friend as well as my husband, he searched with me until we found the best stores, and in this short time I became a client. I’m building a shelf in our hotel room until we move to our house and until I ship my luggage here.
The only book I actually had in my bag is the book I was reading at the time “The Goldfinch” by Donna Tartt, which I regret at the moment because I’m not enjoying it one bit. I think I have a thing with best sellers: I hate them.
The books I love and enjoy are random at best, they don’t have to be on New York best selling books, or a “must read” for the rest of the world. I find “must-reads” exhausting.
I reached chapter 6, and in a book this big it’s a huge deed indeed, but the shitty part is that I’m not liking it. With all the amazing reviews and awards, I thought I’m going to enjoy every word. But my feelings so far is: “Can this torture end? And when is the good part coming?” I hope it gets better, somehow.
So I simply had to stock up and buy new books. I bought some books for some of my favorite authors, new ones and I have to admit an oldie or two, to reread (Psst: don’t tell Hamad!)
I do most of my reading on the beach now, which is phenomenal. We don’t have a beach in Amman, sadly though, the last two days have been freezing and unpredictable.
My other news are that I’m working out again, trying to lose weight, I’m also returning to writing my masterpiece, I hope it’s my masterpiece… maybe just a novel. Thinking of it as a “masterpiece” is terrifying, I prefer to think of my novel as just a book.
I want to write about other things, like some of the events I attended here, but I’m writing this post on a hurry. I will take my time tomorrow and give you some juicy stuff.
Sleep tight readers! Much love! x