Last week I drove up to New York for a visit. I met up with:
There were even more people I wanted to see! But in the end I cut my trip early and came home to IL. I am now home figuring myself and my career plans out.
It has been an adventurous year for sure and I wouldn’t give up these memories for anything! But now it’s time to move on. Never sit still.
Before it was bittersweet, now it’s just sweet. Ma’a salaama!
Qatar Night 2010
courtesy of one of the former foundation students
Reuniting with former students at Qatar Night 2010, Ithaca.
It’s LIFE, POST-DOHA…
Boy have I been getting a lot of questions from Americans about Qatar. I guess it’s to be expected. Here are some of the most common misconceptions I’ve heard…
On Monday I travel to Ithaca to catch up. A few of the TA’s are congregating there, and many of my former students from the Qatar campus are doing research in Ithaca for the summer. I’ll get to see them all, and I’m really excited!
I’m finally back in the US. Well I haven’t experienced reversed culture shock yet, but I have noticed a lot of little things that are different. People complain about construction here but not in Doha. My Toyota Yaris handles a thousand times better than the Chevy Optra. Alex (my bro) is taller and his voice is changing. My parents got new glasses in the kitchen. And I can get soy yogurt for breakfast once again.
But mostly I am just surprised how very little is different. Sitting in my bedroom in my parents’ house I realize that nothing would be any different if I had been in Illinois for a year. This room has been unchanged for 10 years. Plus, unlike last summer where I at least had a diploma to hang on the wall after graduation, I have nothing material to show for my time this visit. Just memories, some photos, some different opinions. Did this past year REALLY happen? Or was it just a very long dream? My rational self says the former… but my heart feels more like the latter.
Onward and upward I suppose. Next week I am visiting friends in Ithaca and NYC. And then Seattle. Lots of details to work out on that front, but I’m not worrying too much. Things will settle into place. Somehow.
So is this the end of A Year In Qatar?
Yeah, I guess it is.
Ma’a salaama.
My last two days in London have been clouded over with the bad news from Marco, I didn’t really feel like doing much today so I uploaded my several hundred Iceland photos. Enjoy.
Well for the past few weeks I’ve been planning a post here that went something like:
“Surprise! Marco asked me to come back to Qatar next year, so I have to change the title of this blog to TWO years in Qatar!”
But yesterday I found out it’s going to be more like:
“Surprise! You can’t come back after all! Time for grad school!”
And it’s the worst to get bad news when you are in a loud hostel by yourself in a foreign city with no Skype and no cell phone and no one to complain to! I’m taking the news pretty hard… I’ve been actually really looking forward to going back, the past month or so. But now it’s not happening.
Tomorrow I fly back to the US, first time in 11 months, and it’s going to be for good. Bye Doha. It was fun while it lasted :’(
A dangerous precedent: France bans the veil -
So is it illegal to wear a scarf when it’s cold? This bill is purely pandering to Islamophobes. Don’t step on civil rights, France.
I’m hearing a lot of Arabic on the streets of London!! I try to understand… but it’s tough…