Back in the Land of Sand, after a month immersed in island life. The weather was spectacular, family time was comforting and the familiarity of my life that was, made the 4 weeks fly quicker than I imagined. However, amongst all the trips to St Ouens, caffeinating my way around The Rock, something surprising, profound and unexpected happened. Something that made me realise that whilst I have continued to connect with people, who were in my life pre expatting, I have obviously become very dependent on technology. Like most expats, we relish in the fact that the world is smaller because of the ability to FaceTime, WhatsApp and Skype. Gone are the days of long distance phone calls and battling with bad connections. Whilst these new processes are crucial to me, it still doesn’t make up for that human connection and I question whether we become too dependent, allowing some relationships to pass us by? Continue reading “Passing ‘ships”
After my life changing, or not so life changing as it turned out, news last week I very quickly relaxed back into the status quo. I have to say that I was extremely happy that now the choice was made, I could focus forward and not linger on the what ifs of the situation. One thing that became very apparent, during this period of uncertainty, was how people handled this scenario completely differently. Was this usual? Did I handle this the best way that I could? I pondered that latter for some time, I came to the conclusion that yes, there were a couple of inner freak outs towards the end, but on the whole I was the poster girl for facing it head on. Continue reading “Life is pants!”
There comes a time in every expat’s life, where that ultimate question will inevitably need to be asked. You get to that point, where something or in actual fact nothing, can happen to spark a debate over the dinner table. Pros and con lists are drawn, emotions run high but ultimately there is just one thing that needs to be answered…..Do we stay or do we go?
At last I am back in the land of social interaction post Ramadan. Whilst I really enjoyed my month of slowing down, focus on myself and quality time with Hubs, I cannot lie and say that I wasn’t enthused by the idea of recaffienating my life with flat whites and conversation. As it felt like the entire country was simultaneously exhaling, coffee shops refilled and the desert girls reconvened
I was very happy to see them again, as many I had literally not set eyes on for a month. The warm hugs, enthusiastic hellos and a joint squeal of excitement to be handed a menu for our reunion marina brunch, set the morning up perfectly. It was so lovely to be back in the presence of these ladies, granted there were some of the usual brunchers missing, as the expat exodus has already begun, but those of us that remain in the land of sand, were more than making up for the absentees. Continue reading “Expat evolution”
I, like the majority of the world, have become slightly obsessed with The Greatest Showman. There is something about this movie and its soundtrack that speaks to me, motivating me through desert workouts, making my baking sessions, a whole singing and dancing affair and rendering me to tears whenever I hear This is Me. However, the song that has me on an emotional edge, connects with me more than any other………Tightrope. And dear readers, it has become my very own expat anthem.
We are now heading into week 2 of Ramadan and whilst I am fully into my new adapted routine, I know some desert girls are still in the midst of finding their feet. This time of year is always a funny one, it quickly shows me how much I rely on a routine, even though I don’t have a 9 to 5 to stick to, last week I had no idea what day it was, because my usual social diary was torn up, so I had nothing to pin point the weeks progress. Having said that I have enjoyed the longer mornings with Hubby, chats over a pot of coffee and the papers (albeit digital), slowing things down, finding time to breathe. During this moment of reflection and pace change, I do wonder how everyone else copes with these changes and I know it varies dramatically. Continue reading “A desert Ramadan”
I am almost back in the land of the living, after a week of transiting between bed and the sofa, with a bad dose of flu. Whilst still sounding like a bloke, I am feeling much better and thankfully back to my social routine, with Ramadan approaching I am making the most of being out and about with my girls and copious amounts of coffee, before routine goes out the window and we all adjust for the holy month. Continue reading “The history channel”