The (mis)adventures of Super-S

So I’m back home for a month. I enjoyed my last week in Belfast, which I spent mostly alone reading, sleeping, and walking around. Then I spent a day with SuperM at his mom’s home in Cambridge, and had a Christmas eve dinner that couldn’t be beat. It was a really enjoyable, relaxed day, and so unlike anything my family could ever be.

I was so very excited to be coming back to Cairo. To see my friends and family. Today my joy at being here finally broke. That didn’t take very long I guess.

The day after arriving the results for a biopsy my father did earlier in the week came out, and it turns out he has a cancerous tumor. Thankfully, it’s localized and operable, but that was the first day.

The second day my family found out that some family friends of ours from Kuwait died in a building that collapsed in Alexandria.

Artemis has made a surprise visit back to Cairo, and she’s the most miserable I’ve ever seen her. I wish I could spend more time with her, but we’ve been kind of busy with our own family issues.

And today it finally hit me that for a little over a year now I’ve been doing what I always warn other girls from doing - hearing what they want to hear instead of actually listening to what their partner is saying. And I’m realizing that the results of this realization might be less than pleasant.

I’m trying hard not to have a pity party over here. Trying hard to stay positive and remember how happy I am to be here, but it’s getting more difficult by the minute.