Well, I'm on my way back "home" but I'm pretty angry right now so I'm wondering if I should even bother to write or if I'm just going to sound too bitter. S and I had a wonderful time in Belgrade and our first 1.5 days in Dubai. What happened then, you ask? Well this company, with its infinite wisdom, decided to let him fly the day were supposed to and keep me here. I do NOT like Dubai when I'm alone. Not one little bit. As in... there is nothing good about it. I'd rather be working. It's oppressive here, especially when you don't want to go out by yourself, which I do not. Yes, I'm a big girl, but to me, this is the kind of place that is only good when you're with someone you love. I don't have this overwhelming desire to take my camera out and spend the day on the streets. I don't have a desire to even leave the hotel room. And no matter how many times I wonder or ask God why this had to happen this way, I'm not getting an answer. Seriously? Well I find out in three hours if I fly tomorrow or not. I honestly have a bad feeling about it. I feel like I'm back in Kuwait almost two years ago dealing with the same crap. I didn't like that either.
Okay, I want to write more but my honey just called to let me know he made it home safely so I'm going to take a nap. That'll help the hours pass...
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