Would it possible to mentally be described as "
walking on
clouds", it also being one''s actual physical state? I guess I''m experiencing that at the moment... On my way back to Beirut, I sit on that
green ugly seat while the
plane crosses a thick line of clouds. Lately I have had the impression that green suits my aura, despite it being used for unclassy mixtures. why is that? Simply because of the couple "green" flashbacks.
We packed our bags two days ago. I did it at the last moment. Mentally, I was rejecting the end,eventhough all good vacations must encounter one. We got in our cars and drove to Milano.The night I packed my bags was... interesting. I have come to discover so many things about Courchevel. I laughed so badly I still got cramps in my stomach. I''ve just finished breakfast on the plane and just started with the flashbacks... The rafting, hiking, wooden stairs, french neighbors, friendly dogs, happy people... We went out for a fairwell diner just the three of us and it felt
quite nice and simple. We hadn''t been alone for quite some time and we enjoyed our time.
I
discovered so many new things in this trip that are not necessarily related to a foreign land. I discovered so many new things in this trip that cannot be googled. I discovered how some situations simply feel normal despite the complications and consequences. I discovered how my perseverence supplies me with positive energy while it should be decreasing it. I discovered my multiple layers and my numerous smiles. I discovered how I always tend to wake up 5 minutes earlier than my alarm clock. Most importantly, I discovered how memorable some cities are and how unpredictable others were. And I discovered that I like to be left alone in the morning. And now, I''m on the plane with Hypereena next to me, poking and jumping and doing her own one-girl-show, turning the lights on and off. And so ironically, I''ve discovered how I''d rather sit next to her while she goes all crazy than going back home to some genuinly annoying company.
It''s probably a good thing I''m going home, this way I''d learn to truly appreciate Courchevel. Summer days might fade away. However... summer secrets, summer dreams, summer laughters and summer nights do exist. My dad is probably all excited now. I''m
sure my parents would have prepared some royal feast, expecting all sorts of stories. They amuse me when they start to expect. I''m not sure what to tell them... I''m not sure if they would be able to see it in my eyes. I''m guessing there''s one person I''ll definitely enjoy telling... Lindsay.
My heart feels heavy now... I''m not sure if it''s the oxygene thingy or if it is simply a break of reality. However in my heart, I also carry the promise of returning to Europe someday, visiting the green pastures again.However this time, I won''t forget to leave a print, I won''t forget to mark my territory, writing my name on a tree.
The seatbelt sign went on... and along with it came a cold slap on the face, a quick burst of reality urging me to wake up.The plane was approaching the dusty environment. I could spot a couple of green sukleen bins sharing a statement at the side of the road. I smiled... I couldn''t help remembering the colorful European dumpsters that smelled even better than our own balcony. After a couple of bouncy jumps, the plane landed and we got off.... "Lebanese or Foreign passport?" I looked at the guy in that beige uniform "lebneneh".
My dad was waiting for me among a crowd. It was the same spot he picked when he picked up Nadine once. He drew the widest smile once he saw me there and kissed me like he kisses me every morning. And I left the airport... towards home. Once in the car, I got a quick feedback on the recent news "Khalil had a fight with his neighbor about the parking spot, the neighbors'' dog died and they are almost done with the Nahr Al Bared war". I could hear some LF soooked at me "yalla go back to France... your visa is for 3 months". There they were... My mom, my uncle, my aunt, my grandmother, my sister, her fiance and both of my cousins on that balcony I had always cherished... They missed me terribly and welcomed me as an immigrant coming back home. Somehow I felt my parents worrying... and now they were relieved. They worried I wouldn''t want to come back to Lebanon. Somehow, it was true.... I didn''t want to come back to Lebanon. But afterall, my personal legend might include Europe someday. Just not now. Patience... I''m really thankful for this experience.
Not only was it exciting and thrilling, but it was also probably the most interesting activity I have done since quite a while.
(08/19/07- 11:58 pm- Lebanon)
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