It's happened.
A snowstorm, weeks of continuous rain, many months of cloudy skies, unproductive work, blotched school plans, a horrid breakup and cliquey vancouverites- have finally worn me down. I don't regret the move out here. But I am, for my own sanity, returning to my beloved Toronto.
Not that anything has improved in terms of school or work or relationships- but I'm exhausted from thinking now.

So what am I doing once I'm back?
Well, first I'd be chucking the fugly sketchers and donning on my high heels and skirts. Followed by a fill up of my adorable nephew, who is speaking in sentences now. I'm also supposed to meet my old boss and mentor for a chat, maybe get some directions or not.

Then early May, I'm going soul searching.
I've thought about this for a while, in terms of all the thresholds in my life that I have been over and one that I have been hesitant in crossing.

The only cure for my existentialist dilemma seems to be a trip back to my past.
A long overdue, month long visit to the motherland- Bangladesh to see my grandmother.

Well, hopefully I'll find a cool spot like that to sit by uninterrupted, with some
Sunil and Bonkim(Bengali authors)...maybe a bootlegger copy of Harry Potter 7....at hand.



It's high summer time then with temperatures of 25+ degrees C and infrequent electricity to go around Dhaka. BUT...guess what I get?


No no the bearded guy!
Tropical fruits! Mangoes, Jackfruit, and some other yummy ones that I only know the Bengali name for. And don't even get me started on the street food..I'll start drooling.

Plus it would be great spending some time with the wonderful extended family whom I haven't seen in over a decade. This time I think I can handle the inevitable 'why aren't you married?' questions. At 29, I'd officially be a Bengali spinster; a dark and fat one at that! Well atleast that is what I'd be pointing out to potential matchmakers.

On the trip back, I'm stopping over at another threshold.

Can you guess from this pic?


How about now?


Getting close...



I'll be in Kuwait for 5 days, on the way back from Bangladesh.
A lot of memories to rekindle.....most of my teenage years were spent there with one of my closest friends from high school, who incidentally is married and living in Kuwait now. As expected, we are super excited about seeing each other after 11 years and comparing how much we would have both changed....for the better ofcourse.

I'd be the size of a house from all the yummy food in both places, but hey Amen to that eh?!

I hope to be back in Toronto in June:
- unemployed(bad),
- out of school(bad),
- living in my parents basement(bad),
- with my cat(good),
- with my car(good) and
- near friends(good)!

Wish me luck!