Change

Change is inevitable.

 

My father was a diplomat. All throughout my life, every 2 to 4 years, my family and I were compelled to experience changes; geographically, culturally, economically, physically and most of all emotionally – well .. as far as I am concerned. It was never easy to leave a place or friends, who have shared a part of your life and where you used to build and pin your hopes and trust on. Or adapting to a totally different environment from your so called comfort zone you have grown to adore.

 

I haven’t totally mastered adjusting to changes but the adaptation phase is getting less and less shorter with less and less tears. However I am always open to the idea, whether the changes are planned or not. For all the changes had made me become who I am now and what I am meant to be.

 

I am but a traveler in this world.

 

So .. due to unprecedented circumstances, Beloved Other Half and I have been and will be going through major changes. I will share the tales when my thoughts are collected and when things are back into place. Insha Allah.

 

But for the time being, I am patiently waiting for the 6 glasses of milk that Aalya and I warmed then fermented yesterday, to turn into homemade yogurt.

 

Another half a day to go before we can taste the fruit of our labor (less) -- it is unimaginably easy to prepare!! :P

 

In a half day I will get to savor another bowl of this.

 

 

 

 

 

Note: Aalya is my Nepalese friend who has come to stay with us during her semester break and has taught me how to make a batch of homemade yogurt.