I sometimes joke that the best thing about studying abroad is having my own room, not entirely true of course, but the living situation I have experienced so far can only be fully described in a book.
It has been over two years since I moved to the States, a year since I last wrote in Muscat Daily newspaper and over a week since we were all shaken by the tragic North Carolina shootings that led to the death of three Muslim college students.
I never quite understood myself that well, here I am at the prosperous age of 19 and all I seem to do these days is go about that familiar routine of study, eat, socialise and sleep.
Last year at around this time, in the privacy of my room and under the light of my study lamp, I wrote a letter that was never mailed.
In a recent conference, I attended last weekend that addressed resiliency in institutions, I was fortunate enough to meet some successful members of the community.