Days leading up to Christmas

In the days leading up to Christmas, the whole two weeks I have been home seem to be gone in a haze and a whizz. Till the 18th was spent in getting all homework done, and submitted. The 19th was spent in truly trying to get over my jet lag- felt like a hibernating squirrel at this time, just waking up when I was hungry, eating something and back to sleep- the only difference being I was awake most of the night.( as I am now )

The 21st, my family came back- they had been to conferences and college and came back all together. We cleaned up the store room and threw out a lot of stuff- we called it spring cleaning but in fact it was a pre-Christmas cleaning out- found out a lot of stuff we didn’t know existed and got some of our act together( daughter and I).

The 22nd, was a Sunday and a work day here, so my husband went to work and my daughter and I indulged in more jet lagged sleep. The jet lag is now 11 days old. Even Melatonin does not seem to work. I am destined to keep the US time clock in my body rhythms it seems.

The 23rd, the Monday, we again jet lagged slept and did some indulgent cooking, one of which was making a sort of gooseberry wine, jam, healthy thing – my daughter has a severe bronchitic cough and I figured the Vitamin C couldn’t hurt. We went to the Metro station today to catch a ride to a seasonal market which only opens in the Winter. We brought back a lot of fresh vegetables and made a salad.

It feels good to eat and cook with freedom again. And makes me thankful for every day I get to cook in my own kitchen, until the next change comes.

Winter and Home

I just reached home- my home-where I can potter around and do my own thing- where I can look into my pot and see what is cooking and there are no limits to cooking time- and I have my own bathroom and tub- oh, bliss !!

I have brought with me three project related work and one test work to be completed- hope to get all done before the 18th.

It is cold here but not as cold as in the US- the flight was cramped and overfull of people using my port as a “gateway to the world”. Sitting cramped for 16 hours is serious business- now to deal with the jet lag.


Relief is when you can truly say you have finished and done the best you could.

Relief is when you feel you have reached almost the last bit of your strength and you need to go to the charging station to get charged.

Relief is when a really difficult course of environmental justice,presentation and all is over without any clash and goodbyes were said.

Relief is that feeling when your goodbye means you wish persons very well on their onward journey but you know you will perhaps not meet them again.

That is where I am- the penultimate week of a grueling term.

Crossing the Frontiers

Writing a test for a course can seem like a frontier was crossed. The course on Frontiers of Public Health was one of the best courses of the program- with anecdotes and history tales- it kept me enthralled. But today when I wrote the final test, I must honestly say that I felt like I crossed a Frontier and reached a few steps towards my goal.

Counting now- four subjects done and two more to go.

My biggest and most difficult boundary would be the Environmental Justice course with it presentation due on Monday next week.

Oh my God, I can’t wait.

Hairy happy tales

When I first came here, I started losing hair – I thought about it and attributed it to my erratic diet – started consciously increasing my vegetable and fruit intake and hair fall stopped. Now as a bonus, my stunted hair( stunted for about 15 years while in the Middle East) has grown amazingly.

I now have hair about three inches below my shoulder and I can’t say what it is – is it the water or is it the air or is it just my college ?