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Change Needed

The template has been changed since the last post. The red was alarming, I couldn't think straight looking at it. Maybe this will do, for now. Clean, simple and blue. I speak of blue often which may lead people to think that it's my favourite hue but green is more like the colour for me. Blue, I admire from afar. Green, I have it on me. But both make me incredibly happy. 

The husband had a job offer coming his way recently. We were excited because that will bring us to Abu Dhabi, by far my most favourite place to live in the Gulf and UAE. However, it did not work out. As much as I like staying put in one place, I realise that I have a secret addiction for moving and starting over. I didn't notice that until recently but I think the older I get, the more governed I am by the need for something new. Not materialistically though. I cannot imagine being calm and content about being stagnant geographically, socially and mentally. Physically too, if I count my need to run it off. 

I need a change soon. If it doesn't happen, I need to make it. Otherwise, this little head of mine will be tormented by routine. 



  1. There you are... I so missed hearing your voice, Jaya J. and all of a sudden there you were. I hope you're doing fine. Don't torment yourself too much.

    P.S. You're right... blue is good, but I may be slightly biased. Slightly.

  2. Good to have you here!
    I suspected that too. That you may be slightly biased :)
    I hope to write more. More about other things apart from the sun and sky and weather.

  3. I've missed you and wondered where you were. I moved so many times, but I never felt addicted to it. I hope my move to Florida was my last.


    1. I'm all here Janie! It's nice to get back with these changes. Maybe a time will come for me to settle down, geographically and be content about it. Hope you stay on in Florida :)


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