week-end

it all started Wednesday night (already). end of year party at the Breathing Room

the yoga studio I found 5 years ago. the place that embraced me from the beginning. the wonderful friendships that grew within.

we had the most wonderful kirtan session ever. energy that can't be put in words. all I can say is that I am so grateful for each and every step that took place in my Cairo-yoga-life.

our leaving party Thursday night

Cairo was definitely our party place. people like to get into their beautiful dresses and dance, drink, go crazy, be happy. yes, I warmed up to it and my wardrobe now includes a few pretty evening dresses :-)

so it was our turn to be the party reason...it was a fun night, but also the night (I knew) that'll make me realise it's real. this move is happening. and as ready as I am to move on, leaving my "everyday people" once again, is not an easy thing to do...

a quiet Friday with the girls

the sad news that one of our friends (one of our first Cairo connection) passed away, in the morning. left without words and in deep shock all went quietly. 

pool-time with the girls, reading and resting.

still we got ourselves out to another leaving party at night. I am glad we did. thankful for the distraction and again, special people we say good bye to.

now here I am. grateful for some time just for me, as my man took the little girl and her friends on a fun outing and my big girl went for her riding lesson with a friend.

3 more weeks in the place we called home for the past 5 years. the roller coaster will continue, but I am grateful to go through it with the one person I need - my man. we decided on this life together and we can do it - together. keeping each other strong, letting every emotion be part of it and showing our kids once again, as long as the 4 of us are together - it's home.

not sure about any more posts before the move and over the summer...could be that I want and get the time to share a lot or not. just wanted to let you know.

and so it goes...

a few weeks from now...

... I will live out of a suitcase again.

... I will cry and dance.

... I will cuddle up with my little family.

... I will be strong.

... I will put myself out there, creating a new life.

... I will have to make an effort (in many ways!).

... I will breathe.

HONESTLY

... I have no idea what will be.

BUT

... I will be good.

yes, we got our flights booked and as much as I'd want to just live until the day I go, everyone living this kind of live knows, it's not really possible :-)

are we ever ready to move on? no, never. to me it doesn't really matter how many years were spend, I realise it only now. I've lived in Cairo for almost 5 years now and yes, it hurts to leave friends and all the things one got so used to. still, I can still feel the sting from when I left Benghazi, after only one year there. and I could go on like that...it's the people you meet, who make your life what it is.

I'm teaching my last yoga classes in the next couple of weeks and as much as I don't want to count them down, people keep asking "how many more?"... oh, who knows, I might not even do all of what's planned or more...

what's left? all this never comes easy. all I know is, I don't have to be strong. I just want to take it all in. surround me with what I love here and especially the people I can still share it with, the rest will come and YES...

... all will be good.