I write a post, and half way through, I feel like I don't want to post it.
I have great news though: My sister's best friend is now in London, part of the Egyptian delegation to the Olympics. She's on the synchronised swimming team, I cannot begin to explain how proud I am of her. It has been her dream for so long, and she has gone through a lot to make it come true.
Now all that she needs to do is bring a medal back with her.
I miss my best friend (who is in New York)
I am still suffering a serious case of wanderlust.
I think I am beginning to write again, I love it. I haven't read what I have written so far, mind you, but I'd missed the feeling of having words come out, of having them flow...