my private little arab spring

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To put this post in perspective, a quick backstory here.

Music is Blind My Mind by Flunk:

Although my spring cleaning (well, more like an accumulation of ten springs) began around ten days ago, it went into high gear three days back when I realized I didn’t have much time before the Palestinian Cultural Exhibition preps this weekend, to be followed immediately by  my trip to London on the 28th. I think I’m over the worst part, but still so much left to do. At least now I can safely say that there’s a place for everything. So I present to you my last three days:

{ Friday }

I knew I’d soon be painting this wall and I wanted to give it a proper Instagram send-off. So I thought, what better way than an interactive IG game of Hangman?

I wasn’t sure how I was going to do it but I soon figured out a way. I honestly thought people would get it immediately but they didn’t.

Meanwhile…

Hangman! I won!

{ Saturday }

I give that mango wall one last look before…

Karim the painter gets to it. Music is Bron-Y-Aur Stomp by Led Zeppelin:

As Karim paints away, I start the grueling task of sifting through EVERYTHING.

My beloved journals came in these boxes.

Ugh.

I give my companion rag the finger. My sister doesn’t think it’s very funny.

It all seems impossible.

I find the eponymous ‘green bullets’.

I love paper.

And dice.

I love my daughter’s book from when she was a little cherub. She cracks me up.

Too much paper.

Everything seems brighter…

…until the sun sets.

{ Today }

I wake up to this and want to go back to bed.

But somehow things start to fall into place.

I don’t think Paul is very happy.

I want my home back.

At the end of a hard day’s work, my sister and I sit down to eat. We’re done for the night.