So I’m sitting in Athens International Airport, on my way to a new life. 6 months ago it would have been soo easy to simply nod my head and continue to stay as if nothing had changed for another year. Another missed opportunity. Instead, I said that I would first try and see what was outside the British borders.

I found the sun, family, food and a great deal more. I found a different way of life, which would allow me to actually start thinking about more than the next couple of years. The strangest feeling is that I’m going back to where I was born, but never lived. For years, it was the language, some customs and the summers that kept me feeling Lebanese in any way. For the most part I’m not Lebanese, but in many other respects I’m 100% Lebanese because oddly enough, like me there are MILLIONS. Well that’s not completely true. There are millions of people living outside of Lebanon that can claim in one way or another to call themselves Lebanese, but those that return to start a new chapter in my life? There can’t be millions, there can be thousands…maybe?

I do plan on doing a range of things over the next few years and I’ll be talking about them in a lot more detail on this website. It’s been the one of the few constants in this transitory period of my life and will be playing a very important role in the coming years as well.

To all those I left behind in London, I love you all, I will miss you soo much. 10 days was definitely not enough but we’ve got a lifetime to catch up.