I brought baklava in at my office last year, and sent out a quick email to let people know it was in the kitchen, and why. It opened conversations about our celebrations, and that was nice.
Mamas, I am not loving life in Dubai. It has been a very hard (almost) 5 months. Ramadan was just the worst, so incredibly isolating. Eid was...anonymous. It was so hard. Summer, of course, was painfully hot, and only now is it cooling enough that I can be outside for a few hours a day (early AM) to get some exercise. There are mom meetups, coffee mornings, that kind of thing, but I don't always have a car and it just seems an awfully big production to dress up and take a cab to a mall to order a cup of coffee and take a gamble on who I'll meet there. No one chats at the mosques here, and people don't chat each other up much in public. I've chatted with people at school events, but it goes nowhere. I've met a couple other women, but everyone is also very busy with life, running kids for school and stuff, that it's just really difficult to connect. Dh has been out of the country the past two weeks, kids are in school, and I have been seriously flirting with depression. After living in a Muslim country on the other end of the Islamic world, I don't know what to make of this culture.
We did make one new friend this week (kids and I): their new tutor. She seems lovely, and inshallah we'll see her twice a week, so that's a help.
Also, I was offered a job yesterday. I think I am going to take it, for all the reasons--earn a little money, keep myself occupied, meet people.
That said, I am thinking about returning home with the kids permanently, after the school year ends. I unequivocally do not like this place. We're planning a winter break trip, maybe we'll do a spring break, too, and my parents are planning to come in January. I'm trying hard to help the kids get as much as they can out of this year, because there's a good chance it could be the only year we take. We'll see, though. Maybe with a normal summer break back home with family, we can survive here together for a couple more years. Please pray for my persistence and patience.
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