Sometimes I hate the whole idea of blogging and sharing my life publicly because it is frightening, but today I agreed to get volunteer students from my classes to respond to letters from American students, and it was a reminder that the world is shrinking and communication is the key to making it a harmonious squish, amen.
I literally contemplate deleting this whole mess at least once a week. But narcissism propels it, I suppose.
This weekend is off to a roaringly successful start. I wish that I was wealthy enough to never work again. It’s such a downer, interrupting my happy times like it does. I’ve been trying to find joy in my job, but it’s a hopeless uphill battle with the skies on my shoulders ala Atlas. I know that I need to just accept that work is work and nothing more, but that is so lame. I’m conditioned by my American upbringing to believe that I need to enjoy work. Actually, ironically, I don’t think that’s an American thing at all. Americans expect to work hard. Arabs, on the other hand, are repeatedly shocked by the idea that work is work, haha. Sometimes I think I’m really an Arab.
I’m currently listening to Arabic music, so that’s probably the only reason why. But I just need to attempt speaking Arabic and khallas, that bubble is popped alatool. (Alatool means right away. I just Googled to verify how you would spell it phonetically and stumbled upon a hilarious Yahoo! ask about “atatool dugdug.” And I was like “omg I know this slang, haha.” But beyond that, I’m lost.)
Anyways, I have no point, but hi. I still have a blog. And this is also a reminder to myself to post about Cyprus already, jeez!
I never posted about Cyprus, oops. The reason is that within a week of me being back in Abu Dhabi, bae came here! So the past two weeks have been a blur of hanging out with him and his friends. I dropped him off at his house today and he’ll be spending today and tomorrow with his family. Because he hasn’t been home much, haha. Too busy with me and his friends.
He’s leaving in three days. And then it’s back to the long distance bullshit until July. Two months isn’t really that long, but it’s forever when you’re in love and he’s your favorite person to hang out with.
And then in August…. I’m supposed to move to Northern Cyprus. Which scares the shit out of me when I think about it. Largely because I don’t have a job there still. I interviewed at one school while I was there and it seemed like they wanted to hire me, but I haven’t heard back from them and don’t know when I will. But they’re my only hope at this moment. And while it’s possible that I could just move there in August and find something on the ground, I would far prefer to have something arranged before I start lugging my shit there and looking for an apartment, etc.
Today bae was like “I should have spent my time here looking for a job instead of just hanging out.” Because if he found a job here, he could move back and pay for a school here to finish his degree and I could continue at my better paying job and I wouldn’t have to move. But when he said it, I just laughed. Because we both know that would never happen. We just have to accept the situation for what it is. He will finish his degree there, I will move there, and khallas. It is what it is. Sa?
I’m back from Northern Cyprus, which I will talk about in the next entry. For this entry, I want to talk about something that happened on my way back to Abu Dhabi.
Often when there’s no jet bridge to connect the plane to the terminal, passengers get unloaded onto the tarmac, then into these buses that transport you to the terminal. In Istanbul, on one of my layovers, that’s what happened. And while we were crunched in there, I started to be really bothered by the odor of this man standing next to me. It was really quite unbearable. And then I started to feel nauseous. And dizzy. Like I was actually going to vomit quite soon. I crouched down, hoping that the change in position might change my discomfort. And the man sitting in front of me immediately offered me his seat. I took it gratefully and focused on breathing and feeling calm. My temperature had risen quickly and I was sweating, but trying to calm myself.
Then we arrived at the terminal and I got off the bus shakily, hoping I would make it into the building to find a new seat. As we were walking into the building, my vision blacked out. I was still conscious and moving forward, but I couldn’t see anything and I knew I was going to faint if I didn’t sit down immediately. I tried to move towards the side and not be in the middle of the flow of people, but I still basically sat in the floor in the middle of a crowd of people.
And I was immediately swarmed by old ladies trying to help me. They offered me water and candies and one started spraying perfume on my wrist for some reason. And I was just sitting there, breathing, trying not to faint, and not knowing how to react to their swarm of kindness. The one with the perfume kept touching my head and neck, where I had broken out into a profuse sweat. Eventually I accepted the water and some chocolates and they helped me to a bench. And then some men who worked at the terminal entrance brought me water. And then a sandwich and chocolate and more water.
And I was sitting there, wondering what the hell had just happened. And being so grateful that people took the time to be concerned about me, a total stranger in a sea of strangers, willing to help in whatever way they could. It was honestly very touching.
Two more days of work, then I’m off to Northern Cyprus to see my boyfriend, hurrah!
I cannot wait. Work is torturously slow of late. But I put in my resignation this week, which was a lovely moment. I do wish I had my next job already lined up, but I’m moving to Cyprus either way. Or at least that’s what I’ve told so many people that I really do have to do it, lest I seem like a liar.
It’s terrifying. Such is life sometimes.
Here in Abu Dhabi, it never snows. And it rarely rains. But two nights ago I was woken up by the sound of windows rattling and hail knocking at 4am. I got up and looked outside to see debris swirling around the parking lot and into the sky. It looked quite apocrophylic. I went online and learned that school was most definitely closed for the day.
Because we get rain days here.
Which was really quite a good thing. The day before had rained on-and-off all day, with moments of seriously heavy downpour, so when I got to my car after work, I already had to drive it through some substantial pools of water. Roads here are not used to more than an occasional drizzle (roughly four times a year; otherwise it’s sunshine forever) so they aren’t necessarily engineered for torrential downpour. So, many roads flooded, with some sections needing to be closed off. And throughout the day, people started posting videos of the high winds (130kmph!) trashing buildings and slamming loose objects around mercilessly.
Schools also got a second rain day off today “for the safety of the children and staff,” although I think it’s really moreso to give time to schools to clean up the messes that the weather caused. It’s sunny at the moment, with a theoretical spattering of rain predicted in a few hours. But I think at this point, we can all sit back and enjoy our four day weekend.
There are a ton of videos of the mayhem all over my social media at the moment. But I have to say that this one was my favorite. The guy personally takes it upon himself to start cleaning up a road that’s been trashed by tree debris. Too amazing.