Cloud Number.....?

Gutten Morgen Frankfurt!
Well yesterday when I woke up in my parent’s apartment still in Dubai, Mum exclaimed “Look Em! Our building is amongst a cloud!” From the top of the window you could see into clear skies, and from the bottom of the winder, you could see clearly down to the ground (from the 18th floor). However in the middle, was a hazy cloud, lazily floating around, similar to what I was doing really after a few (too many) drinks the night prior. The day went by and my flight to Germany was that night at 2am.

So this morning, I woke up on a plane (despite the person next to me who had no concept of personal space, or personal hygiene for that matter) once more, amongst clouds. It’s difficult to consider having to go back to real life at some stage in the near future, where I will not spend most my time in the clouds. Note key word NEAR future though, nothing mentioned about immediacy! So for now, I will remain in cloud number….? I won’t say number 9, because I think my cloud 9 spent so long growing it had to turn grey and disappear into rain over the past year, you know, in order for a new fresh one to start, from a tiny ickle bitty cloud.

As I eat the sandwich Mum just HAD to make for me to take with me (or else she just wouldn’t be Mum) I must say the food is something I will strongly miss in Dubai. Not that it’s all that different from food elsewhere (aside from the specialty Arabic items that I am in love with, such as Basbousa! Which also got packed for me to take with me… Teehee) but it’s all about presentation there, and not to mention when eating at home, a Mother’s touch! The little pastries you get with a simple cup of coffee, the perfectly floated cream on the coffee, the fresh bread with olive oil and balsamic that comes with every meal… It’s all in the details!

It has been in discussion during my time there that I should consider a more permanent move there, secure employment and such. Not to say I have disregarded the idea, it just seems there is so much tension in that whole area of the world and I am not sure I want to be amidst it more than I have been already. It definitely takes a tole on ones psychological health to know how close it is, and to not hear about anything else all day. Although it is definitely an area of history in the making, there are many other factors I must consider. Thoughts and input would be much appreciated guys! All I know is I cannot go through another year of being on the wrong side of the bar! So really, my options are as wide as the globe. And due to that exact point, perhaps a different area of the globe would be wiser for me to make a more permanent move to…. Not to mention funner! I am not one for the nightlife in clubs, million dollar cars and wearing dresses that run halfway up your snatch despite being a country wherein this attire is frowned upon by the locals… Which is what Dubai is all about at it’s best really. I want somewhere with big forests, old buildings, human people who do not look like mannequins (and in turn make me look like a hobo), character, humbleness… Things you just cannot find in Dubai despite how impressive and grand it is. I got offered a job in Georgia (Europe) teaching English but… A hunch tells me no, and I tend to follow my intuition. I know something better is out there for me. I just need to find it. So I will be spending my time in UK searching by any means possible, for my next step beyond these travels that will end in a month. My heart reaches out to Italy, Germany and UK for employment. So these are the first places I will hunt in. This next step will flourish into much more than just employment. And of course finally getting to teach and inspire on a full time and permanent basis…. It seems like a breath of fresh air.
Well, of course my start date for post-grad would affect all of this as well, including its location obviously. So that is what I must first find out so I can know my time frame.

As I got to Deutschland, I was told at the transfer check-in that the lovely lady in Dubai checked my luggage through to the wrong flight, meaning the wrong country. Yay for intelligence and basic reading! I was told this was fixed but I won’t know until I get to UK….

Umm… At this stage I must point out that the lady who just marched past me in hysterical tears makes me feel better…

Must keep the positive thoughts going!

Oh… She’s back again.

Positive thoughts!

Besides, even in the case of it going to another country, I would get it back eventually… Eventually.

I shall now run for a much needed coffee and bury myself in my book for an hour.
Sending out some global love!