zaza in zagreb

Some time ago when I visited Zagreb for a long weekend, I had a thought that this was a city I could see myself living in. Here I am, five years later. Life in Morocco was challenging, though I left with a heavy heart, having made so many wonderful memories... I don't think I have ever cried so much leaving a place...

So far, the three of us are loving it in Zagreb. I am hoping I can elaborate more, but this is all the time I have for now. It feels funny to write again. I have missed it.

farewell, maroc

My time in Morocco is coming to an end, and I'll be off to a new country with a new job, and hopefully, a renewed sense of self. Though I grew to love Morocco deeply, the fours years spent here was not easy— my work life ate away at everything. Yes, motherhood has changed the game for me in terms of how I spend my time, but the most exhausting aspect of my life here has always been tied to my job. I believe that this move will be a positive change for all three of us, and that I will finally get back to doing the things that I love— the things that make me, me: drawing, painting, reading, exploring, and writing here.

A heartfelt shukran to Morocco, and to Rabat especially. There is so much that I will miss and treasure. I will be back one day, inshallah.

forty

Hello there. I’m huddled under a blanket in a little house in Marrakech, where I’m spending my birthday. I’d like to think that I might pick this blog up again, but we’ll see how it goes!