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  • Day Two Hundred Eighty Five, November 3, 2011

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    At the end of the day, there is nothing more settling than nesting at home. It is a point of recharge, of going back to the familiar, to the routine, to the comfort, to the warmth, to fill up with energy in order to go out again into the big world. I love the sense…

  • Day Two Hundred Sixty Six, October 15, 2011

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    We are born, we live, we journey through life from event to event, we witness other travelers arriving, others leaving, we wonder where they came from, where are they going to, we search history books, we seek religion, we question science, we hope to hear any truth, any certainty from a wise sage, we pray…

  • Day Two Hundred Fifty Nine, October 8, 2011

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    No matter where we travel to, no matter how exciting an adventure is, there is nothing more satisfying than the return home. What waits at home is a sense of relief, to go back to the familiar, to the relaxed knowing that all is well and safe, the joy of being back in the nest.…

  • Day Two Hundred Thirty Six, September 15, 2011

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    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…

  • Day One Hundred Eighty Six, July 27, 2011

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    “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…

  • Day One Hundred Eighty Three, July 24, 2011

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    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…

  • Day One Hundred Eighty Two, July 23, 2011

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    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…

  • Day One Hundred Fourteen, May 16, 2011

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    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,…