Did you miss me?
Oh my. It all got too too much. The India trip and then that marathon. Summer was ending and I just didn't take my foot off the peddle. I got headhunted for a new postion at work, not a proper promotion (yet) but it was very flattering to be moved into this new team, and has involved an increased number of hours, committment and dedication.
And just sometimes, I don't have words. Sometimes, I feel like I have lots to say and I want to tell you all about it. Then there are other times, when I feel like a sponge, just absorbing and enjoying and experiencing everything, but I don't have the words or the energy to tell you all about it.
But don't worry, I have stored the past couple of months up in my brain and I'm planning to explode all over here, every day of advent and tell you all the stories of all the things I have been up to, like more Tunisian weddings, circumcision parties, my sister and her fiance's visit where we went right off the tourist trail, another half marathon, holidays back to the UK, fireworks, more weddings, concerts, hammams and I'm FINALLY going to write about sexual harassment here, because something just happened in the street and I can't smile away and say "Tunisia's lovely..." anymore, because sometimes it's just not (so standby for that one).
Sit tight peeps. It all begins tomorrow, on the first day of Advent.
Oh, how I missed you.
