It's the second week of September and we can already feel and smell Autumn in the air! I love this time of year; when we put away our shorts and bust out our sweaters/cardigans. I love this season, it always makes me feel so nostalgic for Autumns past. I remember every Fall season since 2003 so vividly. I remember all of the songs that made up those times, my different circles of friends I've had and all of the good memories. Autumn is such an interesting season; the changing of the colors is brilliant and beautiful. It's hard to classify a season as a "new beginning" but if I had to choose one to serve as that, it would definitely be this one. These are a few things I look forward to the most: caramel apple ciders, espresso beverages in general, plaid shirts, wearing boots again, long coats, cardigans and that char-like smell in the air. I look forward to a new start, a new beginning with the changing of the season!
It's been quite some time since I've posted in this so hopefully this post will be the first of my return to this mental outlet. This post has much to do with the fact that I had much more caffeine today than usual and my mind is moving at a mile a minute. I have had the pleasure and privilege of growing up in a culture far different than many of those I have met. I am of Pakistani descent (by way of India and Afghanistan). I grew up in a very privileged culture of predominantly upper-middle class Caucasian Americans. To me, that's what I consider the norm and probably the group I identify most as "my people". I am a devout Muslim who also feels at home when I am among my Muslim brothers and sisters. Overall, if I had to choose who I felt more comfortable with, I would say my non-Muslim friends. There are a few reasons for this: 1) Most of them have seen my changes through my life from a blonde-haired prep to a wannabe Indie Rocker to what many like to label me a...
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