Being an expat, a favorite topic of conversation is 'where I/you want to go next?' or 'When do you plan to go home?' It's a good question. I'm not sure I want to stay in Dubai for ever, but I'm also not sure about how long I want to be here for or where else I would like to live. For almost the first time ever, I have no fixed plans apart from keeping my eyes and mind open to interesting opportunities. And as to going 'home', I have no idea where that is. Constantly moving around as a child left me with the feeling that 'home' is wherever I am right now, so in effect 'home' could be anywhere. The longest I've ever lived in one fixed place was 18 years in London, on and off, but that doesn't feel like 'home' either - I love going back to see family and friends, and it's a great place to shop, but that's about it. I have a great love for California, which is where my extended family is from (and where most of the
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Pity the Small(er) One. Her fourth birthday is next week and I thought I was spoiling her by planning to bake two cakes - one for her classmates at school and one for the afternoon tea party she is having the next day with her aunts and cousins. The goodie bags will contain the usual plastic tat and a couple of mini-sized chocolate bars.
Now I realise that the poor child has been done wrong by her utterly scummy mummy.
The Wiggles? FONDUE restaurant? Guitars and CDs instead of goodie bags?
The world has gone mad.