A perfect way to describe how I’ve been feeling lately. As it turns out, moving to a new city isn’t all that easy. I mean, I didn’t expect it to be a walk in the park by any stretch of the imagination, but I suppose a small part of me naively assumed that my life in the UAE wouldn’t be all that different from my life in Bahrain. After all, they were both fairly progressive and relatively cosmopolitan GCC countries, only an hour away from one another – how hard could it be?
In my short time living in Abu Dhabi, I’ve discovered of course, that life here is undoubtedly different. Sometimes its a good different, sometimes it’s a frustratingly want-to-pull-my-hair-out-throw-a-fit different, and other times its neither here nor there – just different. As a self-proclaimed positive person, I try my hardest to always look on the brighter side of things – but I would be lying if I said my patience and “cup-half-full” mindset hadn’t been tested and challenged more than just a couple of times over the course of the past few months. In between adjusting to apartment life, learning the streets, sights and sounds of a new city (not to mention the bureaucracy that comes with it) I’ve also been trying to maneuver the awkwardness of making friends as an adult, all the while trying to maintain a balanced routine and supposedly excel at a new job. Add to that the rollercoaster of emotions brought on by all of the aforementioned and well… The bottom line is, it’s tough….