Home, sweet home
I just got home from work. It's 12:44 at night and it feels late as well. I get restless calling my house in Canada home,while thinking of Tashkent as home and considering Dubai as my next move. Igor is there. "Home is where the heart is". Igor is in Dubai - does it mean that my home is there? We'll see. My dear friends are moving to Malta. They are asking me to move with them. Hey, why not. I am ready! I've been moving all my life - why not now, why not to Dubai or Malta. Why not????? As long as my heart (aka. Igor) is with me.
Tomorrow morning I have a meeting with my manager and a chief to figure out our game plan for the Tasting Gallery, which I am heading. Friday I have a photo shoot, Monday I am on a bike tour throughout local wineries ( I hope my lungs and heart are on!). Igor will be back for 2 weeks from Dubai on June 19th. Summer camps for Vladimir, Russian school for him as well. Grade one to be established. Tomatoes have to be planted. Wow! I am busy. Who knew?!!!?
You know, it's no use to write into a journal after a long shift - everything seems to be urgent. It's not!!!! I am gonna read my book ( ocherednoy Kharuki Murakami)., love every word of it and fall asleep happy!
Cheers everyone!