I’m moving to Dubai. There. I’ve just gone and spilled the beans so you might as well go and read something else.
No, but really.
I have a new job that I am incredibly excited about. I’m moving to a giant sandpit. I’m going to leave my home, friends and family behind and take my two children to start a new adventure in the sun.
I. Am. Moving. To. Dubai.
People keep asking me if I’m scared or saying “you’re so brave!” and yet I don’t feel either of those things. I feel incredibly calm and nonplussed about why everyone else thinks it’s such a scary thing to do. This is where intuition and gut feelings come in and mine has been guiding me to where I need to be. In the sun.
And so I resigned from my steady job of thirteen years without a backwards glance, found a school for the sproglings and now I have to move. In ten weeks.
I’m going to try to document it – the ups, downs and cartwheels of moving to and navigating a foreign land as a single parent. It will at least be something to show the grandkids one day.
So for now, let’s just say there’s an adventure pending…