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Day Two Hundred Thirty Six, September 15, 2011

the beginning of a new friendship

One of the cons of an expat life is the constant change a family has to go through. Your friends come and they go. Deep friendships are naturally formed with people since all are away from home, from extended families, and they cling to each other in search for a sense of belonging, comfort and support. And then the time comes for one of the families to move, leaving a hole behind, an emptiness, a missing piece of a puzzle that needs to be rearranged once again.

I have watched Lea go through so many strong friendships since we moved to Shanghai now more than 5 years ago, from extremely powerful bonds that still endure across distances, to fleeting ones that got forgotten, but somehow the need is always there for a new friendship to grow.

I watch her today as she declares a new friendship and prepared the ground for yet another year of shared adventures, celebrations, ice creams, lollipops and sleepovers…

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Day One Hundred Eighty Six, July 27, 2011

a vague sense of home

“Home”, where is it? What is it? “H” “O” “ME”? A planetary place of personal space for a human? A place of safety, of containment, a place to recharge and of being oneself? So much nostalgia is involved with a home, the place where memory webs are spun, where the forming years of who we became are designed and written. What if we live a nomadic life with ever changing homes? What then becomes of that place of safety?

Today as I drove threw villages in the Lebanese mountains, I was haunted by the sense of light emptiness that comes from the search for the meaning of life…

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Day One Hundred Eighty Three, July 24, 2011

a strange kind of journey

One of the first shocks you get when you go back to the place of your childhood has to do with change. Everything has changed, your parents are older, your friends are different, your home is strangely nostalgic, your most precious childhood memories are diluted into the wind like dandelions. And so much emotion is involved that you can walk around with a strange knot in your throat for days! Yes, going back through this memory tunnel is bittersweet…

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Day One Hundred Eighty Two, July 23, 2011

Back to my roots today

No matter where I go in the world, and I have been to all kinds of places, home is where my roots are. My roots are in Lebanon, a country like no other, unique, odd, beautiful, charming, hospitable, immature, unreliable, unstable, but somehow despite of all that, wonderful. Each time I go back I feel like a part of me is being charged again, something that was missing is being found, a part of who I am is getting confirmed in me again. Yes, it is wonderful to be here again!

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Day One Hundred Fourteen, May 16, 2011

flying back into the big city lights

After being on an intense journey such as this to one to Xinjiang, the return to the big city is a bit of a shock. When I look back at my over 2 thousand photographs from this trip, it really feels like months were packed into less than a week. To have met Uighurs, Tajiks, Kazakhs, seen their old cities, homes, markets, traditions, to have eaten their food, danced with them, traveled their long roads, sat in their round tents, drank their yak milk, looked into their beautiful eyes, enjoyed their enormous hospitality, puzzled at their secret codes and customs… to have done all that and more and then go back to normal life is a bit of a jolt.

There will be a lot of sharing of their wonderful world in images in the next few days and lots of little stories to tell.

Today’s photo: a composite of sunset from the plane window as we approach Shanghai and bokeh of city lights on the drive home.