I will admit that I have not read the whole thread. Am on dh's aircard and need to limit data use. Still no internet, which is a whole other story. BUT zub, hugs and squeezes and hoping all just continues to improve, most of all your fear and apprehension. Echoing drjen's wise "hang in there." Love to you, Mama.
And sparkle, maybe we are sharing a wave again. I am in what is possibly the "negotiation" stage of culture shock (which I will argue is not culture shock so much as disconnect shock). I can also go at any time, and often do. Today, lost it (as always) at prayers, and I'm not sure but I think my crying made the woman next to me in the line bust into bawling too. Not even kidding. Sorry, lady. Welcome to my basket-case life.
Anyway, some of you might know via FB that I have been offered a freelance job as a magazine columnist (another very out of left field story), and I decided to go for it, as much for the identity and potential to meet others as any other reason. I am not running. Swim now and again, walk some, yoga some, stretch some, no running, and feeling pretty shlubby. But it is 100-115 F and the humidity gets as high as 80 percent, and it just feels impossible to do much of anything. And I am not a mall fan, dislike crowds, etc. No alt childcare, no gym (omg expensive; not going to happen).
So. In my para-depressive (i.e. culture shocked) state, I have trouble waking early to do the walking I used to do. I have made one friend, and she leaves permanently next week. It will take time to filter through the rest. This place has a thick layer of fake over the top, and will take some time to drill through. We leave for Morocco Tuesday, return a few days into Ramadan. After that, it will be school time and my sister is coming for a visit. Then, I think life will start to roll--school stuff, columns and book clubs and writer meetups.
Anyway, looking forward to temps in the 90s and 70s at night. Not so much the lack of plumbing, hygiene, food safety issues. Sigh. The things we do for love, right?
You Dingoes have got me through a lot here, I want you to know. Several times when faced with a decision, I have summoned the energy and strength of you as individuals and as a group and throught, if not "what would DingoX do?" then "What would a Dingo do?" Such as, can't run, I'll walk. Can't walk, I'll swim. Can't swim, roll out the mat...Yes, I will introduce myself to that woman at the pool (a good decision every time)...Yes, I will meet this magazine editor...etc. I miss being among you SO MUCH. Can hardly stand it.
Everyone says it is absolutely phenomenal here from around October through April and into May. Weather you can count on, great things to do and see, scenery, beaches, tracks, even the mountains of Oman are not far away. So I am psyching myself up for what comes once the kids are in school and I have hours to myself every day, and the outdoor cafe seating is open and lovely, and there are streets to wander and characters to discover, and weekends to take off and just see what's there.
I have also subscribed to a few meetup groups, hope to get into book clubs and writing exchanges. What a different life.
I think I may already have a next destination in mind...I mean for after this country. I'm liking the sound of Spain.