I’d been sitting on a bunch of posts for a long time.
A lot of it I held back because I simply started to think a little too long, a little too hard. It is way past time and I’ve let myself get in my own way. I’m really not sure how to resume my blog but I can’t continue to leave it on pause. With that, I think I’ll start with a personal note. So here goes.
So I’ve waited a few days to get the new year new me blues out of my system. I’m not new, I’m not different neither so, we’ll have to manage. Oh, Kinda new Job though. That’s IBM in the image.
Yeah, I work there now.
I have driven quite a few cars in my short driving career. From crashing a Hyundai Sonata (the story of that drops in August), to driving a Chevrolet cruze in the winter, a Toyota camry in Lagos, learning to drive manual with a mini bus and test driving a ford mustang. I can confidently say I can at least tell the difference between quite a few cars by driving dynamics. That said, allow me proceed to complain about my Luna for a moment.
Recently, I had to go fix a rust bubble that had developed on the trunk of my first car, Luna. I paid handsomely for a rust prevention module to prevent this FYI. While Luna was in the shop, I was provided the choice of a rental car to use while I wait for Luna to literally be whipped back into shape. Gladly the rental and fix for the rust would be at no cost to me since my warranty covered this.
Once the aroma began to make my mouth water, I had to start getting my pounded yam ready. There was no way I could exercise patience this close to what I thought could potentially be greatness in my own kitchen. The whole time I was just ready to taste the goodness of God. Don't let me wait if I don't have to please.
So if by now you haven't noticed, I grew up in Lagos, Nigeria, where you don't think of snow. There was once a Nokia phone with a snowboarding game but that's about as much exposure as I had previously had to snow. Now that I live in Canada though, it is either embrace or despise it. It had taken too long for me to get into winter sports but this weekend I decided it was time, after all better late than never.
I wrote this post upon arriving at Muritala Muhammed Airport Lagos but did not post since I was "data-less". It then fell to the abyss of my drafts from which it is now rescued.
As I write this, I am waiting in the airport an unknown amount of time for my parents to beat the traffic and get me. I think I've been here 20,30 minutes maybe and I'm yet to be excited by this Lagos atmosphere. That is not to say I'm not happy to be back, I'm just not jittery with excitement quite yet.
