Well firstly I bet you have all missed my random musings over the last 7 weeks. As I went back to Jersey I hadn’t intended on having a blogging break, but as I got further ingrained in island life, spending my days drinking coffee, having brunches (actually not that different to desert life, I changed location!) and playing Auntie, I didnt have the inclination to write, plus my social life is hardly ground breaking blogging news. So after 7 weeks on my little island, I am back in the land of sand and the land of blog. Continue reading “The sands of time”
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!”
How is it already June?! I can not believe that time is passing so quickly and that the summer escape is nearly upon us. As the temperatures rise, Ramadan continues and the kids are entering end of term craziness, the desert girls and I are running down the social events and looking ahead to months away from the sandpit. Now whilst most of my friends are eager to escape, some literally counting the days with excitement, I have a very real, inner tug of war going on. I am so ready to see my family and friends, but there is a massive part of me just not ready to leave. The fact that I am less than a week away from heading to the motherland, should have me planning every inch of my first few days on The Rock and have my “getting off the plane” outfit all picked out, but this time there is something holding back. Has my desert life stopped being full of randomness and now truly become home? Continue reading “Tug of war”
Saturday saw the start of the holy month of Ramadan. This is one of the most important periods in the Islamic calendar and something that obviously then becomes part of my expat life. It can be something that both newbie and long standing desert girls find hard to adjust to, as everyday routines get turned on their heads and we all rush to remind ourselves of the dos and don’ts. Even though in last 3 years, I have not had to live to a schedule, have a 9 to 5 to conform to, why is that as soon as I know my day to day is going to be thrown out of whack, I find myself bewildered and lost?