Well, we don't know what our status is - staying another 6 years or heading for the home country. In the business world in which my husband thrives, when they say, "Move," you move, and you usually only have about 6 weeks to do it.
As an ex-pat, repatriation is daunting. We've been away from the home country going on six years now. A very wise friend here told me, "Just remember, you can't really go home again." What he meant by this is that things change. I have changed. While I have had to have pages added to my passport to accommodate more stamps from more countries, friends and acquaintances back home may no longer 'know' me. I've experienced many new cultures and languages. My current mum friends come from more countries than I can count in my head. The question is not will my old friends be able to relate to me still, but will I be able to relate to them? Will going back home keep my spirit happy? Only time will tell.
One of the biggest questions for me is what will I do with my time? Will I go back to pursuing my master's degree? Will I go back to work? Which career path/service (because I do serve others in what I do - I am a person of deep faith) do I need to be on? Again, only time will tell.
So....I wait. I dream about not leasing anymore. I've been spending time each night on the internet looking at homes. Drool, drool, drool. Am I excited I may be going home? Sure. Will I miss stuff here? Sure. The friends I've made will be the hardest to say, "See ya later!" to. Thank goodness for social networking on the internet!
In the meantime, I'm posting a link to a blog a read. This link is about an Emirati wedding. But, it is pretty similar to most traditional weddings in the region (at least from what little I know).
http://thebest5beachesindubai.blogspot.com/2012/09/an-emirati-wedding.html
Now, I'm off to do a very ex-pat mum kind of thing - meet other ladies for a coffee at a cafe!
Peace.
As an ex-pat, repatriation is daunting. We've been away from the home country going on six years now. A very wise friend here told me, "Just remember, you can't really go home again." What he meant by this is that things change. I have changed. While I have had to have pages added to my passport to accommodate more stamps from more countries, friends and acquaintances back home may no longer 'know' me. I've experienced many new cultures and languages. My current mum friends come from more countries than I can count in my head. The question is not will my old friends be able to relate to me still, but will I be able to relate to them? Will going back home keep my spirit happy? Only time will tell.
One of the biggest questions for me is what will I do with my time? Will I go back to pursuing my master's degree? Will I go back to work? Which career path/service (because I do serve others in what I do - I am a person of deep faith) do I need to be on? Again, only time will tell.
So....I wait. I dream about not leasing anymore. I've been spending time each night on the internet looking at homes. Drool, drool, drool. Am I excited I may be going home? Sure. Will I miss stuff here? Sure. The friends I've made will be the hardest to say, "See ya later!" to. Thank goodness for social networking on the internet!
In the meantime, I'm posting a link to a blog a read. This link is about an Emirati wedding. But, it is pretty similar to most traditional weddings in the region (at least from what little I know).
http://thebest5beachesindubai.blogspot.com/2012/09/an-emirati-wedding.html
Now, I'm off to do a very ex-pat mum kind of thing - meet other ladies for a coffee at a cafe!
Peace.
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