Me , myself and I

Here I am, back in full swing of desert life and as I suspected there really is no one around. I have experienced 3 Augusts in Kuwait now, each one the same as the other, hot, uncharacteristically humid and a ghost town. I don’t know why I am surprised, as the mass expat exodus is far from over with school still a month away from resuming. So as my phone is as quiet as the streets, there is only one thing to do, spend time with me, focus on myself and realise, for the next few weeks at least, there is only I.  Continue reading “Me , myself and I”

Up, up and Aggghhh!

I am now only days away from flying back to my little island. My bag is almost packed and I am slowly ticking off the items on the To Do list, stuck on the fridge. Now comes the rounds of saying goodbye to all my desert gals, knowing that it will be September before we will be exchanging our summer escapades over a Starbucks. It always feels strange leaving this world behind for another, which is also familiar, I don’t think I will ever quite get used to that.

As I approach the final desert days, my mind starts to wonder towards the long day ahead, just to get me to those island shores. That 3000 mile, never ending, 19 hour door-to-door journey, which by about hour 8 I am well and truly bored of. What is it about travelling that seems to only highlight all the things that drive me absolutely nuts!  So here it is, my travel bugbears, my pet hates and everything that makes the journey home transform me into a crazy person.  Continue reading “Up, up and Aggghhh!”

Who’s that (Jersey) girl?

I’ve said it many a time, that we expat bloggers are a friendly bunch, gravitating towards each other on all social media platforms.  We “like”,  follow and comment on all things expat, giving each other that knowing virtual nod that we “get it”.  A recent development has been, a hashtag piece of genius, called the Expat Tag.  I have been tagged twice now by lovely Brit Kylie from Between England and Iowa and more recently by Ayaan and Safiyya, aka The Xpats a friendly Dubai based couple. The idea is that everyone answers the same 10 questions, giving people a real insight into the multitude of different expat experiences and the stories behind the blogs. So here goes, its my turn and in the words of Madonna………who’s that girl?  Continue reading “Who’s that (Jersey) girl?”

A change is as good as a rest

Last weekend Hubby and I took ourselves off for a change of scenery. There is nothing wrong with Kuwait and 90% of the time we are more than happy with the laid back pace but every now and again you just need to get out.  It’s not like we are party animals or twenty somethings flying off for more exciting climes twice a month and actually we like the fact there isn’t loads to do. That laid back, slower paced live that Kuwait brings is perfectly adequate for us, but I am not going to lie, a chance to go to the bright lights of Dubai has me somewhat excited.  Continue reading “A change is as good as a rest”

Vexed lyrical

After laying my soul bare last week, you will be glad to know that I am over my little blip and back into the land of sand with gusto. What I would like to say is a huge thank you to everyone that took the time to comment and let me know that I was not alone in experiencing this expat black cloud, we all get it and have the exact same challenges wherever we are. To my desert girls, you were awesome, you rallied around me, went out of your way to make sure I didn’t spend too much time alone and friends back home whose texts meant so much. Last but not least to my wonderful, ever supportive Hubby, who was his usual understanding, sympathetic self, patiently holding my hand till I was through the other side, we are in this together every step of the way.

So after a bit of a downer and somewhat depressing post last week, I thought I would return with somewhat of a rant! I know, at this stage you are probably thinking what is going on with this girl, does she not have one ounce of emotional stability right now?! Before you go carting me off, I can assure that I am very happy and still love this desert life but there were a couple of days, where all me and my girls could do was scream in frustration. We love it but at the same time aggghhhh! I am sure there are moments where expats unite around the world, as we experience those “special” moments, when there is simply only one reaction and we simultaneously cry ……….FFS! Continue reading “Vexed lyrical”

A motherload

Since we last saw each other, we have had the strangest week of weather. Yet more sand storms blew in, leaving their usual dusty mess behind and these were followed by thunderstorms and torrential rain. I mean this was proper rain, only dirty,  caused flooding in some areas, and made major roads impassable. The desert can’t cope with the rain and quite frankly neither can I.

So after a weekend indoors,  yesterday the sun finally made an appearance, I was making the most of it. To any outsider that had spotted me, all set up on my lounger, kindle in hand, sipping on my almond milk cappuccino, I was the epitome of relaxation and living the dream. What they wouldn’t have seen, is that, under my big floppy sun hat and large sunglasses, tears had filled my eyes and I was anything but relaxed. Continue reading “A motherload”

On shaky ground

I’m by no means in a blip right now, but I am definitely unsettled somewhat. As I am approaching my three year mark in the sand, so too are some of the original desert girls. Those ladies that touched down within weeks on my arrival and who have been part of my social circle every since. Now, many of us  on these nomadic trails have a limited timescale and quite a few are contracted out to this random corner of the desert for a set period. Hubby and I have never embarked on a fixed term contract anywhere, allowing the decision to move on to be our own. But for many, particularly in this part of the world, they are on countdown from the moment they arrive, so as I approach three years, so too do a lot of contracts and departures are imminent. Continue reading “On shaky ground”