When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.
I would rather give them to the morningbright person who came up with that saying and see how he would get along. When lemons come in the shape of Arabic vocabulary, it is just that tad bit harder to add some sugar, stir and gulp it down as if it were an amazing thirst quencher.
Bitching and whining aside, I have got exactly seven more minutes to get my lazy bum off this chair and get to work, so what better than to start my day with some wishful escapism in the form of music.
As some of you might know, Admiral Freebee is one of my favourite artists, and his ‘Mediterranean Sea’ is one of my favourite songs.
Maybe because I have trouble staying in one place for too long – the song reminds me of the countless lazy travels I had, evoking sounds and smells that contrast sharply with those of work and stress. Cars rushing by, my nervous tapping on the keyboard, the smell of a recently run shower and the scraping sound of a knife buttering toast…all pushed away for a blissful moment, replaced by the smell of dusty, dry, hot summer air and the sound of curled up leaves crinkling under my feet.
I am glad that I can be off travelling again in a couple of weeks; I am happy as long as I am moving. Sometimes the feeling of going somewhere is just as satisfactory as actually being in a place other than home. I suppose it is a kind of restlessness stemming from wanting to leave it all behind for a while. And once in a while I can indulge in this escapism through music, saving myself the packing of bags and the emptying of my piggy bank. I am going to stare at this picture of our holiday last year for a bit, wishing I was there and not here:
And now, off to work it is.
