If you woke up in your old room at your parent’s apartment, are you the same old you?

That was such a lame question (inspired by a “fight club” quote). I’m back in my old room at my parent’s apartment in Sharjah, two more weeks before I have to fly back to Amman. It’s such a weird feeling. I changed but my parents didn’t. And I miss them already even though I’m still here, yet I know that living with them (as in…LIVING with them) is nearly a nightmare.

To all the students who are on a break…enjoy your very short vacation.

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