I am quite keen on finding out what the psychology is behind the expression ‘the grass is always greener on the other side’. While temperatures have been increasing and I have heard through the grapevine that this month will be the hottest June on record, I am wondering if I should be playing outside somewhere instead of staying at home executing the Big Fat Writing Plan. But perhaps once you find me in the playground it will be much harder to drag me back behind my laptop. It has been a year since I finished my studies in Egypt and as I am currently dealing with coming to terms with graduate life, which is, rather unexpectedly, not entirely stress-free, I think back at the ‘good old days’ at the Med. It was a life filled with frustration, but at the same time it didn’t have the same London stress. Living the high-life was cheap and pretty straight forward. You’d hang out with the same bunch of people in the same places, which are considered dead cool in Alex, but are rather mediocre for the standards of a vibrant metropole. If you’re a rich kid and you’re about to graduate mummy and daddy will arrange you a job and if you’re not that lucky you’ll just be unemployed. Or if you’re not rich but still ‘lucky’ you get a government job for a meagre salary. If you’re a woman you just find yourself a husband and don’t delay the creation of some offspring for too long. Would I want that life? Hell know, but the choices on offer in life this side of the Med are enormous in amount and sometimes seem to leave us with too many options for us to handle. The design of human life has been based on set patterns for a very long time. If you’re a guy you would do the same job as your dad, just like he did and his dad before him and that would be the end of it. As a woman you were a human incubator and childminder and a man’s- your father’s or your husband’s- property, like your mum and her mum before her would have been. And that would be the end of that. This pattern is still common practice in large parts of the world. Here in the ‘marvellous’ west we have been given an ocean of opportunities in a relatively short amount of time. And now we can do or be practically anything, it is expected we do and be just that. As women we are expected to have fabulous careers, be good mothers, inspiring partners, keep up with the latest developments in current affairs and art and culture- we are women of the world after all- and besides all that look hot too. I don’t think men have it any easier. Besides the need of being successful on the work front, it’s no longer excepted that they ‘just cut the meat at Sunday dinners’. The need to be hands on fathers, in touch with their- and your- emotions and with the introduction of the metrosexual, we want them fit and fresh too. That’s progression they say. Progression gives us new phenomena that give us new problems for which we find solutions. It’s not that it used to be better in the past. It’s just that we have to keep on moving. We don’t always like it, but we can’t help ourselves. It’s in our human nature. So let’s be human, let’s move it forward.