Abdul
In about 12 hours, Abdul my driver will pick me up to take me to the airport. And although Abdul has been driving me to the airport for the last 3 years, our conversations have never really evolved. He asks me where I’m going, if I’m going for work or for vacation and he always, always asks me how my mother is. He’s Afghani and I think his query about my mom is the same thing culturally as asking about the weather or who won the Yankees game. There is a comfortable routine with Abdul and I that ends when we pull up to the airport. He hugs me, I kiss his cheek and he tells me to be careful. With the amount of travel I do, it’s nice to think that someone wants me to be careful. Abdul makes me forget about how polarized we are as a nation on immigration and the Middle East. I’m not sure how I’m going to get out of here. It’s after 10am as I write this, I’ve done absolutely nothing productive in the way of packing, organizing or doing any of the things that I need to do in order to get out of here tomorrow. I also have a cat that is “on” to me and has wrapped herself so tightly around my ankles that she could pass for a pair of UGG boots. I feel compelled to give her as much attention as possible.When I decided to do the blog, I thought I would have so much to write about. Admittedly, these are pretty dull and it’s with some embarrassment that I post them at all. It’s the habit of writing- the accountability associated with writing and posting an entry every day. I have been asked to say what the blog is about or what I want to do with it. I wish I knew. It’s just something I feel compelled to do and I’m sure that the blogs importance or irrelevance in my life will in time be made clear.On a final note: Coffee is not a food group. I know this to be true but up until 2:00 pm, it’s all I’d had in my stomach all day. Even scarier? I actually felt pretty good! Don’t try this at home, folks. I’ve had years of experience.
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