I miss my mummies...

I miss my mummies. Yes, mummies. My mummies at the British Museum in London.

As a student, I would visit the mummies at the British Museum at least once a year. I spent more than six years in the UK, which means I visited them at least six times while I was there. Then I went back to see them again about 10 years after I left the country. To tell you the truth, I almost felt like we were 'families' when I visited them in 2011.

Now let me tell you my 'love story' with the mummies. I literally fell in love with them the first time I saw time. I was only 17, and I was fascinated by them. Women, men and children. Some were from the royal families and some were rich people. I don't think any of them knew they would one day lie inside a display unit, and visited by millions of strangers from different parts of the world.

So what are mummies? According to Wikipedia, mummy is "a body, human or animal, whose skin and organs have been preserved by either intentional or incidental exposure to chemicals, extreme cold (ice mummies), very low humidity, or lack of air when bodies are submerged in bogs, so that the recovered body will not decay further if kept in cool and dry conditions."

The fact that these people existed thousands of years ago and are still 'lying around' as I type this message sounds weird to me. And I love weirdness. I always ask myself what sorts of stories that these mummies could tell us if they could talk. Isn't that great especially for archeologists?

Now I am taking care of a baby I will not be able to go to the UK anytime soon, but my wish list is taking my baby to the UK before she is six. Yes, I will take her to say hello to the mummies at the British Museum on Tottenham Court Road.