Expat

I know Valentines Day critics argue that Valentines Day is a “Hallmark Holiday” but I say who cares?

Bars crammed full of people smoking in each other’s faces…with low ceilings and no windows.  

Before I left Austin I was just starting to explore meditation because I’ve spent an ear or two listening to the so-called benefits of this be-one-with-yourself practice. A little hippie was bound to rub off on me.

I always used to exchange my favorite shows to binge watch on Netflix with my peeps, so I wanted to keep that going on a larger scale and share my new addiction: New Girl

 I think fast-forwarding life, in general, would suck. I hate how fast it feels already. There’s so much I want to do.  But if I could go to one day in the future and then come back, I would choose January 7th, 2015.

Being in a new place, everything you do every day is new, meeting new people and learning new things and trying so hard to adjust and fit in. Being able to stay in my apartment, feel comfortable, like myself, and relaxed was all I wanted. Almost a break from everything else. A recharge.

On the way back to Dubai we stopped at the Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque.  I can’t get over it. AMAZING. I’m sure there’s other really gorgeous and breathtaking architectural places in the world, but this was probably the most magnificent thing I’ve seen with my own eyes.

And as if they could read my mind as I walked through the malls here, all I wanted was a little nice small purse that could go with everything and BAM that’s what I got.

Even from the view I saw from the plane, I knew Dubai was something worth seeing.

This is a hard post to write, which is annoying because I have a feeling it’s the one people are waiting for.  What are my first impressions of Bahrain?  It’s hard because I can’t think of the right way to explain it so I’m having trouble figuring out how to write…

Prior to this trip, the farthest I’ve ever been from home was the Dominican Republic. Although the DR is another country, it’s actually really close to the States.  So boarding the plane to London, then Bahrain, I knew I was about to go a long ways away… And it FELT a long ways away.

Because I’ve moved away from my home before, I know this part. The “what was I thinking?” And “who do I think I am” part and it’s officially hit me. Fast and not good. It started while I was packing my clothes, the last thing to do on my list before I moved out..