When I first began telling my family about my pending move to Abu Dhabi many of them were supportive – even if they had no clue exactly where I was going. A few distant relatives even feigned extreme concern for my safety. I remember a comical conversation with one person in particular.
My cousin is in town from ATL. Since I was already running some errands in lower Manhattan, we stopped by the National September 11th Memorial and Museum per her request. I’ve purposefully avoided visiting because I know how I am.
I was standing at the site of the South Tower maybe 5 minutes before the tears started. I knew then that going to the museum wasn’t going to happen. All the feelings surrounding that day came rushing back to me.
I’m leaving in a few weeks for Abu Dhabi. I’m ready. Mentally, I’m already gone. I’m doing a little happy dance right now as I type. Imagine that dance being a mix of the “snake” and the “cabbage patch” that Kid Timah is doing in the featured image for this post.
I was recently asked, “Do you ever crave a traditional life?” Curious, I wanted to know what the definition of traditional was before I answered. I was told that it was a husband, house, and kids. This isn’t the first time I’ve been asked a variation of this question.
“When are you going to settle down?”
“Are you thinking about marriage?”
“You don’t have kids yet?”
“Don’t you want kids?”
“How are you going to find a husband if you can’t sit still long enough in one place?”
I’ve been back in the USA for 3 months and I’m ready to leave again.
If When all goes well, I’ll be off very soon on another adventure abroad. This time, I have my sights set on the Middle East.