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.
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2 comments:
But Frances, we want you all to come HOME!!
Sharon
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.
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