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Being "home" can best be described as a bitter-sweet experience at best!!!

Its so good to see all the familiar smiling faces and receive all the warm hugs from genuine friends and family, however, the most simple or should I say basic tasks are major chores! Imagine a 10 minute drive taking 3 hours, why!!!! It is almost impossible to do more than one thing a day. You wake up in the morning and say "today, I'm going to the bank" thats your assignment for the day O!! nothing else is feasible after you get through the mad traffic, get the poorest customer service and have a flat (tyre)..., all that is left is, go home....full stop. Well that sums up my day today!! I'm tired as hell and all I set out to do this morning was go to the bank!! lol!! I guess this is the stress we call Lagos!!!

AWAY FROM HOME

I have a friend who has always said that "home is wherever you are most comfortable." Its amazing that after moving to the States for barely 3 months, I already feel so much at home. Of course it hasn't all been easy peezy but I love the peace, and there's nothing like having your man in bed with you every single night!!! 

Unfortunately for me this luxury is on  hold for at least a month cuz I'm on my way to Naija O!!!

It seems crazy to me that I feel that I'm going to Naija as opposed to I'm going "home"!!! 

Well I guess thats life, We adapt to every situation we find ourselves in!!

Wish me a safe trip and if anything completely outrageous happens, you can be sure I'll be here to vent it off!!

TGIF

Its Friday! Yay!! I just have to remind myself of that for another coupla hours! (until he gets back home) lol!!! pathetic I know..

I'm really feeling a lil' down and under today. There is so much negativity in the news on Yankee TV. It can be quite depressing, this morning alone I've experienced a mother and daughter with 3rd degree burns on 90% of their bodies, about 6 employees died in some factory from a fire outbreak, a 5 year old was kidnapped, a cop was shot, the list goes on. it is emotionally draining. What makes it do sad is that I can imagine that after hearing these horror stories for long enough I'll probably become oblivious and indifferent to it all.

I was speaking to a friend of mine yesterday, a fellow "Naija bride in Yankee" who has been doing the stay at home thing for over a year now. She's thankfully moving to the next step now and fingers crossed will pass her medical conversion exams and return to being a busy girl. As happy as i am for her, I'm thinking to myself, when am I gonna get there??!!

I think next week Im gonna dedicate my thoughts to finding something I'm passionate about. I don't know how to explain it but I have so many things I like to do, so many things i have a respectable knowledge of, but I still have not found my calling. I need to find my passion or talent (so to speak) 

Anyway, I doubt very strongly that I'm gonna blog over the weekend so have a good one as well!!!!

AS I AM

I've always prided myself with the thought that I am good company for people around me and more importantly, I've always been able to keep myself entertained reserving boredom and loneliness only for rare self-pitying sessions. It didn't occur to me that life in Naija, is and has always been filled with swirling events that make 24 hours disappear so so quickly. Leaving Naija first for my masters and now to yet another country for marriage has brought a whole new meaning to my time and purpose. 

After completing my dissertation, I swore off reading and any form of formal education ever again. However, after a couple of months of chillin', relaxing, cooking, eating and waking up with my man, I've started to feel the void of not having any deadlines to meet or having friends to go to lunch with.

I must say, moving to Yankee is beautiful. I love my baby [baybay]. I've got the complete package - strong but sensitive, spontaneous yet thoughtful, then forget how FINE, brilliant and super-talented he is. Ok, so as not to get anyone jealous or invoke the spirits of husband snatching, I had better get back to what i was saying......Life over here is good, no NEPA wahala, no stress, no drama, life is simply blissful when we are together. I look forward to weekends like I did back in primary school because my week days are filled with hours of creating unnecessary work for myself to do around the house until he gets back from the 9 to 5.

Complaining about having a stress-free day must definitely sound conceited and annoying to working peeps who would do anything to have the amount of free time that I have. I'm sorry but,....I AM THE UNGRATEFUL GIRL WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW LUCKY SHE IS TO BE JOBLESS. I've begun this blog, I guess, to put my thoughts down and figure out through my rambling, research or maybe ideas from you what a chick like myself going through the long wait of crossing over into the US job market, can do to occupy her mind and maybe just maybe even further fatten her wallet.

Hmmmm...you know, I'm feeling better already. 

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