Daring to be....Me

I really feel like writing something tonight but my mind is somewhat blank. I think it was caused by too much "24" viewing last night and the fact that I read "Split Ends" in one sitting today. (I also kind of feel like I've spent too much time alone today and wish someone were here to hang out with me as opposed to me typing my thoughts out on the computer.) But I digress...

I love doing nothing on the weekends. Actually, I really love doing nothing on the weekends here. (If I could, I would be at Target or Starbucks or hanging out with friends as I type.) But here, weekends mean something different.

Here weekends mean that I don't have to put on my 5 layers of clothing to walk out into the sun-scorching heat. Weekends are days that I don't have to deal with people staring or making comments as I walk to my destination (unless, of course, I choose to go out). Weekends here mean that I don't have to flip on the switch in my brain that translates everything into the local language. Weekends here mean it's just me being me.

Short sleeves...no head covering...English all day...and nobody commenting on the fact that I'm a foreigner (as if I needed a reminder).

I love weekends. It's too bad they only come around 2 days a week. :)