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And life does go around in circles, until you decide to break out of that everyday same routine and decide I won't be like you. I'm not like you, nor will I be you. I'm coming up near my late 20's going close to the 30's now (wow I've grown) and I always sit and wonder. "What have I been doing?" Maybe I haven't found where I wanted to go right after university. Maybe I have, and when it came around I decided to run into the opposite direction. Sure, I was a bit scared. But at the same time I was filled with so much emotion that I decided to just go. Go where my eyes and heart wanted to go. Go to where I've never been. Go to the deepest end and run away from my most comfortable zone. In the last few months I got married. I married the most wonderful man. Sure we aren't perfect, but we are perfect for each other. I was afraid that it wouldn't have worked out. My parents, family, friends have never met him before. But in the fast few weeks of finally meeting them, life flashed before my eyes as we made way through the events of our life. He may not be of my same culture and race but my parents, family, friends didn't care. I believe once people noticed how perfect we were together. Appearances didn't matter. I decided to break out of the mold that everyone had me in. For once I wanted to do what I wanted. Who cares. I cared. But life goes on, even if you want it to or not. Life is crazy, life is fun, life can be scary. But take charge and don't regret what you're doing now. The next thing I knew I left behind my everything. I thought I was prepared. At the time I knew it was right. It felt right.. I moved half way across the world into another country. It's now become my second home, but sometimes it just doesn't feel the same. It is close to nothing, but will be my new home. Even though I've found work, and gone back into a "normal" routine. It still quite isn't the same.. There are just little moments that sometimes reminds you that although this is your new home it's still somewhere foreign. It's those cute little pastry shops around every corner that sometimes you can't help but wonder what kind of life have I walked into now? Although I love pastries and cute things. Yum, yum. It still makes it foreign because my hometown didn't have those around every corner. I go back into my random thoughts keep asking myself again, "Am I going back to my same regular circles as I did when I was younger?" No, I will not. I won't. So, are you running in circles? How will you break free?
My try at flower arranging. All done by yours truly. ☺️ Also created the floating heart strings myself with help here and there by my brothers lovely girlfriend. 💕
Desserts that I didn't even get to have a bite out of because we were so busy getting pulled from place to place. 😭
And it's always nice when you can go all out and decorate your own sun room with your own handmade crafts and baked goodies that others helped provide and bake themselves. 💕 You can also find me on; Deviantart: Loilie.deviantart.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/dreamdrawlove Tumblr: dreamdraw-love.tumblr.com/ Instagram: www.instagram.com/dreamdraw_love
@danidee I love pistachios! And that's what those treats are! It's complicated to explain to people when you are dating someone of another culture. Although sometimes you don't plan for things like this to happen. It just does! That's great that your father loved your mother for who she was as a person. I think for a relationship like this to work, they both have to be accepting of each other's culture and at the same time respect each other's culture. The willingness to learn and assimilate so quickly just shows how much he really loves your mother. ☺️
Those desserts look so beautiful and remind me of Middle Eastern treats my mom used to make - especially with the pistachio. Actually, similar to your story, my Arabic mother married my Polish father and had very similar reservations. My mother was one of the first of her cousins to date outside the Middle Eastern culture, and while some family members responded negatively, my dad really fell in love with my mom, her family, and her culture, and it only took a few years for him to fully assimilate into the traditions and teach them to my sister and I when we were little girls!