As I am sat writing this, we are once again preparing to emigrate. To jump off into the unknown. To go experience a new country, city, culture. To go in knowing no one. To come out? Who knows. As I write this we are preparing for our new life in Qatar.
Our bags are nearly packed, the debris that I have scattered around my mums house over the past three months is slowly starting to make it’s way off her floors and into bags. The crazy chaos we have imparted on her life is coming to an end, until next summer at least.
This is it, the final hurdle in our nomadic lifestyle. I can see the finish line, the end of 5 months without a home. 5 months living out of suitcases. 5 months which saw us leave Dubai, head back to the UK and now sees us heading for our new life in Qatar, more precisely Doha.
Our new home.
I know that the next weeks and months will bring their own challenges. That it isn’t just a case of stepping off a plane and slotting into a new life in Qatar. That the reality is stepping off a plane, to a hotel, before starting the house hunt.
Turning that house into a home, reunited with all of our stuff after 5 months. The bed. The books. The toys. The pictures. The little things that don’t matter to other people but matter to us. Filling our new home with our old things.
More importantly filling our new home with memories. With the sounds of children’s laughter. With cuddles and kisses. With late nights talking of hopes and dreams.
The making of friends for us and for the boys. Meeting others in the same boat as us, understanding that your friends become your family. That expat living isn’t for everyone but if you get bitten by the bug there is always an itch needing to be scratched.
Exploring new surroundings, finding new things to do, new soft plays, parks, beaches, golf courses, running clubs….
The adventures that await.
The next chapter begins.
Life in Qatar, here we come.