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Ciao Bella!

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Italy.

Where do I begin? Food. Mmmmmm yes. Let's always start out with the food, shall we?

The pizza, the pasta, the cappuccinos, the tiramisu, the ice-cream . . . . . . .

The pizza was made on bread so thin and so fresh and so warm that it satisfied every pizza craving I've ever had. The pasta was always made with this rich, creamy sauce that wasn't too heavy and wasn't too light. It was pasta and cream that was paired with cheese and mushrooms and peas and black pepper. So simple, yet so perfect. The cappuccinos were always served in a cute little cup with a plate and a small spoon. It was the perfect amount of coffee. And you only needed one packet of sugar. That's it. None of these tall, grande, venti fill you up with with preservatives Starbucks crap. (I'm sorry Starbucks, I still love you when I am outside of Italy! I am actually writing this blog from a Starbucks right now. LOL ) The tiramisu was the perfect combination of cake and cream which was so dec…

The Immigration Checkpoint

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My Worldwide Travel Adventure Begins! First Stop: Europe!

I was all set to go and I had everything ready and organized. (Side note: Want to know something funny? I am currently writing this blog from the U.K. on a friend's computer and spell check changed my organized to organised. LOL I had to change it back and now it is underlined in red. So funny, so funny. ) Anyways, I was all set and ready to start my travels. I had my bags packed with clothes for every type of weather condition and every event ready. I had my passport and my cute pink passport cover and worldwide charger adapter and travel size toiletries ready. I had free international data on my cell phone and a cute pair of sketchers. I was set! 
There was just one thing. . . . . 
My wise and all knowing friend from the U.K. asked me a very important question. "Did you print out all of your itineraries and a copy of your travel health insurance?" 
Uhmmmm. . . isn't it 2017? Why do I need to print out anythi…

California vs. Texas

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California.

The lease to my 15 month term was soon approaching and I had to make a very important decision.. . .

Do I renew my lease?

I had given it over a year. I had a good job. I was making friends. I found some nice Thai restaurants. The mountains were lovely. But it wasn't the same. It could never be the same. Most importantly, there was a dark cloud over my head. A cloud that reminded me that my ex-boyfriend knew where I lived. My ex-boyfriend was only a few miles away. It was a cloud that reminded me that my ex-boyfriend knew that I was alone. I was alone.

I had become incredibly strong in the past year. I had found a strength within me that I never knew existed. Nope, not a weight training kind of strong. Not a "I can lift a barbell" kind of strong. It was a, "I can move to a new city all by myself and have a kickass year" kind of strong. It was a, "I don't have any close friends around me so I'll spend Friday evening with myself" k…

Getting over a breakup - The Sikh Way ;)

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Getting over a breakup - The Sikh Way.

I know. I know! How dare I write about getting over a breakup when we shouldn't be dating in the first place! Well. . . . .the reality is that we are dating. We just hide it really well. We have boyfriends and we have girlfriends and we hide them from our parents. And then when the breakup happens, we have to hide the worst pain in our lives from our parents as well. Reality is engagements break off, divorces happen, and reality is that we hide the person we care about most from the world because we are afraid of society. I see it happen all the time and I know because I used to do this too back in my day. Nowadays, I pretty much tell my parents everything because I think they have learned to expect the unexpected from me and guess what? They still love me. :)

Now, before I get into this, here's a little disclaimer. I know I titled this "the Sikh way", but honestly and truly, these are all universal concepts. I just know that …

Why isn't the Youth coming to Gurdwara?

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Gurdwara. The doors to the Guru. The gateway to the Guru. A holy and spiritual place where one can attain peace and tranquility and a connection to the divine. . . .right?

Oh wait.  You mean, you didn't reach Sach Khand last Sunday when that Aunty told you that you gained a few pounds in a the lungar hall?!

Throughout my life, every time I go to the Gurdwara  I am always asked the same thing over and over again by all of the elders. . . .

- Where have you been? We haven't seen you in so long!
- You have gained a few pounds. . . why are you so healthy?
- Why don't you bring your friends? We have a great program!
- You lost some weight. . . why are you so skinny?!
- Why isn't the youth coming to the Gurdwara?

Why isn't the youth coming to the Gurdwara? So many answers. So many reasons. And just one blog. I'm going to try. This one is for all of the Aunties and Uncles. No, no, wait. Not all of them. But a lot of them. But most importantly, this is for all of t…

You ARE the Father!

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Dhan Dhan Sri Guru Gobind Singh Ji Maharaj

Recently I was asked what I think of when I think of Guru Gobind Singh. Many things come to mind. Firstly of course, he is my Guru. He is the embodiment and continuation of all of our Gurus. He is the one that brings us from darkness to light. During his time, he was a warrior and a saint soldier. Adjectives such as strong, brave, fearless, and defender of all are just a few of the infinite words that one could use to describe him. When growing up in a Sikh environment, there is actually a phrase that is said over and over again: We are the sons and daughters of Guru Gobind Singh. Waheguru.

For someone who really didn't have her biological father around very much in this world or in this life, I always took those words to my heart and to my soul. In fact, that phrase, that remembrance, that knowing got me through some of the hardest times in my life. Just knowing that I am the daughter of Guru Gobind Singh gave me strength, gave me courag…