I remember hopping off the plane, actually, walking out of the plane onto stairs and onto a bus, two months ago. I remember accepting defeat after my luggage fiasco, and walking through the last leg of security with only my backpack, a sweater, and a purse. I remember the "where are your bags?" and "where are you from?" I remember walking through the departure doors and directly into a crowd of what felt like a 1,000 people. Like I was walking the red carpet. ;) I remember waving to my host mom, who was to the far left of the crowd, pushing N in his red stroller, almost an hour after my arrival (courtesy of Etihad). I remember giving N a shy "hello". And meeting my host dad then after, and having a chat about what could have possibly happened to me because of my lateness. I remember choosing my phone number. And how back at T-Mobile my foreign customers would ask me if they could choose their numbers and I would say "?? you can't do that". Well yes, you can choose your phone number in other parts of the world. I remember walking out of the airport into the heat, only to be called by someone behind me, to let me know that I'd left my passport at the mobile phone store counter #confession. I made quite the initial entrance.

Now I'm two months in, including my two weeks out, where I had a few more plane-to-staircase-to-bus experiences (I am trying to rack my brain to see if I have done that elsewhere). But, that's beside the point. Now I am on a time crunch to make a (life changing?) decision. My original agreement was to stay here until January. Now I have the option to extend, technically to as long as I want :P JK, but realistically, until summer of 2016. Coming to Muscat, was a no brainer, and I was very set and confident in my decision. This time around, I don't have a plan and I am not leaning towards one decision or the other. Well I think I am, but I don't have anything to support me in the decision. Like I said, I am on a time crunch. What do I do? I don't want to miss out, but I also don't want to jump the gun. I am very conflicted, but on second thought am I? Because if I had the proper resources, I think I'd know what my decision would be. Maybe there is a reason I don't have the resources or maybe I just don't because #ItBeLikeThatSometimes. #WhyAmIUsingHashtags #BecauseItAddsToIt, #AmIRightOrNah.

Anyways, I am wearing a scarf (which I overpaid for in the Yemeni Pavilion at the Expo, but so worth it) as if trying to invoke Atlanta autumn temperatures in this 100 degree desert. I probably wouldn't mind the weather if I was thin and could wear little clothing, but I am not and I love to layer, so be it. This scarf is so soft by the way and it's like the perfect colors.

I want to post pictures, but I don't have any. So I am beginning and ending a new art project called: