Host

I think it's in my gene.

My family simply likes being a host.

well, maybe with my sister as an exception.

(my sister hates being the center of attention, therefore she would rather choose not to have the urge to be a host)

It's true.

ever since I was little, my parents have had friends, family, and family friends come over to our place.

My mom would be busy in the kitchen for two straight days. In those two days she'd be very cranky if she doesn't get what she wanted.

My dad would be busy at work. his help would go as far as food and beverages in the menu.

Me? I would be busy getting yelled by mom, because I was trying to help but then I ended up screwing many things. So I ended up giving up about helping, but then I get yelled again because I'm a girl and I'm supposed to be helping out.

Or I would be busy running errands with dad (yeah. my mom usually changes everything on last minute basis, because she always feel that the food would not be enough for everyone. In the end, we got super duper extra left over which we should be eating in the next following week.)

My sister, in any case, is the kind of person whom just doesn't care. She wouldn't help, because she doesn't feel like it and because she simply doesn't care. And the great thing about that is my mom doesn't put any pressure on her refusing to help out, at all.

So, you get the idea.

Ever since I was little, I get used to people come over to my house. Eating, chit-chat-ing, laughing, sleeping over, etc, etc.

I, too, grow up to be very fond of being a host.

I like celebrating my birthday.

I like being the host of fast-breaking occasions that come every ramadhan.

I don't like cooking, or setting up my house, or something like that.

I simply like organizing a free meal event.

I like the confusion about the menu. I like creating sentences for invitation. I like to see the happiness in my friends' faces when they are invited. I like the adrenaline rush when I am not sure about the number of people attending. I like my house being crowded. I simply like being a host.

And trust me: it's genetic!

and I'm not talking only about my mom and dad.

It's in the extended family.

Every time we go back to a little village where my dad originally comes from, we have this huge 'party'. We would invite each and every single person in the village to come to our place. We would eat, talk, give speeches, play music, dance, play games, everything.

We kind of give back to the villagers.

and we visit family all the time.

We celebrate every single moment: births, graduations, Eid Al-Fitr, Ramadhan, Eid Al-Adha, birthdays, weddings, being healthy, goodbyes, etc, etc.

And we blend-in.

My extended family has thousands of friends, more extended family, and family friends.

Our place would be crowded, we would sweat in preparation, but we love being a host.

In fact,

Maybe I already find my true calling: to become an event organizer