the things we take for granted...so sure i was that after this lovely vacation with my parents, things in karachi would be hunky dory. i would find my dream job and stop thinking about the nagging voice in the back of my head and the constant boredom that i have become accustomed to here. surprise surprise. i come back to find my better half convinced that canada was far better for us. he says it enough times to have me start thinking too. I am happy here. i have asked myself 10000 times and i seem to always say yes! this is where its at. Of late though, the yes is less emphatic, not as confident as it used to be. yes my life there was mundane, and one particular time i was so starved for attention and dawats that i wore my best shalwar kameez. just like that. at home. sitting. alone. thats a scary thought is it not? that my loneliness and boredom bordered on craziness. and yet, i feel a pull. i will go back next year for a short time. i wonder if ill not want to come back. i love it here . i do. but the voice in my head persists and im not so sure afterall.