The weather in Islamabad in March is fantastic. Sunny. Mid-seventies. Gentle breeze.
They broke out the weed whackers at the embassy today. And I felt nostalgic...about weed whackers...really.
I remembered happy springs and summers in Idaho Falls where I worked mowing lawns and whacking weeds for my dad's property management business. Then it occurred to me that my kids, who will grow up in Egypt, will have no such recollections of weed whackers.
It occurred to me that my culture will be foreign to my children. My reaction to this is emotional confusion. I don't know how to feel about it but it certainly does not feel normal.
They broke out the weed whackers at the embassy today. And I felt nostalgic...about weed whackers...really.
I remembered happy springs and summers in Idaho Falls where I worked mowing lawns and whacking weeds for my dad's property management business. Then it occurred to me that my kids, who will grow up in Egypt, will have no such recollections of weed whackers.
It occurred to me that my culture will be foreign to my children. My reaction to this is emotional confusion. I don't know how to feel about it but it certainly does not feel normal.
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