I’m currently flying out of this silly land and back to Abu Dhabi.
This summer has caused me to look very closely at where I might call home in the future. Do I really want to move back to a country that puts corn syrup in everything? Can I really live in a city with terrible infrastructure? Do I really want to be around people who don’t know if the word “Arab” is racist? I just don’t know how much I want to be back in the American bubble…
I think a lot of my displeasure with America stems from my estrangement from it though. My current home is not here right now, and that’s very clear.
I am sure that if I was actually settling in and setting up a permanent life here, I would learn to love the bubble again. But for now, I am super excited to unpack the bag that I’ve lugged through too many airports in my apartment in Abu Dhabi. I cannot wait for everything to have a place. I cannot wait to know exactly what is in my fridge. I cannot wait to sleep next to my boyfriend. I cannot wait for “I’m going home” to be a reference to my home rather than whoever’s couch I’m staying on.
Desertland is “home” these days. And I can’t wait to be back in it.