Thursday, June 19, 2008

Moving, A Heart Like Stone

We are in the midst of the big move.

The men packing our stuff have raised their job to something of an art form. The box they made to wrap around a small coffee table is worthy of a picture. The camera is about the only thing not boxed...

Did a speed-viewing of the Picasso art exhibit on display at the Emirates Palace yesterday. Am amazed at the Emirati government's effort to bring education and the arts here. This is why, I believe, this country has a great future: because they invest in endeavors that enhance a civilized society.
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A good friend of mine has said the thought of our departure has brought her to tears more than once. Another good friend, whom I bade farewall to today, cried as we said our goodbyes. I felt very sad too, but I was surprised how composed I was.

"I'm not crying on the outside but I'm crying on the inside," I said.

I felt then that my heart was like a stone. I don't know why I haven't cried over leaving Abu Dhabi when I love it so much, when I am so sad to leave. I think I'm operating in another mode, my brain unable to let my feelings surface. Maybe if I sat down long enough, with no interruptions, maybe I could take in the enormity of what it has meant to move here, live here and now leave here.

To anyone still reading, please forgive choppy sentences - blame it on the move.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

But Frances, we want you all to come HOME!!

Sharon

Abu Dhabi/UAE Daily Photo said...

I hate saying goodbye...I'd rather not do it at all. Safe journey back to the US, Frances. I hope you'll come share your experiences on my blog from time to time.