Monday, September 7, 2015

before bed

As I stepped out onto the balcony to pull in the sheet that was gently swaying in the breeze, I caught the scent of the ocean. I inhaled deeply to fill my head with its saltiness, but the night also carried with it notes of garlic, cumin, and onions in some marvellous sauce that someone was about to enjoy. The sky was an inky blue, dotted with a few tiny stars that occasionally disappeared behind puffs of pale clouds.

It has been a month now, and I am still settling in— it's been a slow process. We are down to unpacking the last box, and things are beginning to take shape; our apartment is now becoming a home.


dinahmow said...

I hope you will be happy there.I don't know Rabat, but have old memories of the coast.

szaza said...

Thank you!

I feel that we will, it's just taking a little adjustment. We already feel that a great weight has lifted since we left Turkey— which deeply saddens me, as I love Turkey and considered it my home for so much of my life. It's just not the same anymore, and I am worried about what lies ahead.

Rabat is a breath of fresh air.