Where did you grow up?
I hardly know anything about you. Yes, you – reading this post. I have over 50 followers subscribed for updates. All 50 get notifications when I post something. All 50 read about my life, hear about my clumsiness, put up with my humor and go through my pictures. On a good day, I get over 60 unique hits on my blogs. Sometimes more but often less. And it sometimes hits me how you all know so much about me and I don’t know anything about you. I admit that I harassed a bunch of my friends to sign up for my blog but I still don’t know each and every one of you, checking my scribbles on a regular basis. So, I decided to get to know you. And I have really simple question for you! Where did you grow up?
My question is inspired by a cool photographer I follow on Instagram who’s taking the time to get to know his 76,443 followers (YIKES!). If he can do that, I can surely get a few answers out of my readers….right? Yeah? I can’t hear youuu (A little voice in the back of my head is saying, shut up, don’t sound so desperate now! You’re begging.)
I grew up in Muscat, Sultanate of Oman. For eleven years, we lived about 300 meters away from the beach in a beautiful city surrounded by mountains. I didn’t appreciate Oman enough when I was living there, but I do think it’s a place I could move back to – despite its slow pace. There’s something so magnificent about that country and I can’t put my finger on it. Here’s a picture I took on my last trip to Oman a few years ago.
I feel like this picture really captures my childhood in Oman. Lush greens, earthy browns, blue skies and sunshine. I look at it and hear laughter, music and the voices of my parents, siblings and friends. I spent eleven incredible years in Muscat. Where did you grow up?