It’s funny how lives twist and turn, if you’d have asked me last year whether we would be preparing to leave Dubai in the near future I would have said no. If you’d had asked me the same question 18 months ago I’d have said yes. But that’s not where this story begins. The story begins way back when we did our first big move.
The story begins in London. Around early January three years ago I had a phone call from my husband that was set to change our lives. There I was, walking up to Baby Yoga, enjoying my life as a London yummy mummy. Pushing my Bugaboo pram with one hand, clutching my changing bag with the other as I stomped along in the freezing cold, wearing the said yummy mummy uniform of Ugg boots and leggings when I answered that phone call.
How do you fancy moving to Dubai?
The honest answer? I didn’t. I didn’t want to leave the life I had made, the friends I had made, the job I had. The plan I had for the future. The thoughts of the life I thought I wanted to lead in London.
But, a job is a job. And when you get an opportunity like this you should never turn it down. So we packed up and shipped out.
It was the best thing we have ever done. Dubai has given us so much, it has allowed us the financial freedom to have the Baby, it has given me the option to be a stay at home mum (no matter how difficult I find it some days). It has given us memories to last a lifetime.
Outdoor living with sunshine filled days.
Weekends on the beach.
Summers spent running back to the UK to avoid the heat…..
Dubai has been an amazing place to live these past three years. However, like that phonecall on January’s winter day, I once again received another a few weeks ago. This time telling me of redundancy, telling me it was time to move home, time to head back to Blighty. That it is time for us to start preparing to leave Dubai.
The difference this time compared to last time where I didn’t want to think about leaving, where I buried my head under the sand and took time to embrace my new life. That even though I am sad to leave Dubai, I am also now excited. Living here for the past three years has taught me that while things might not go the way you plan, the way you think, or the way you want that doesn’t mean that things turn out bad. In fact, more often than not it is for the best. Dubai has given us so much, now it’s time to head home to greener shores to see what the UK will bring us. All I know is that all I need are my three boys by my side to make the place home. After all, home is where the heart is and my heart is with those three.
We have until the end of May before we board the Emirates flight for the last time. For us to make sure we complete our Dubai Bucket List and really make the most of living here, and then? Well, then it’s time for the next chapter of our lives.
Bring on our next adventure.