Good Things Happening; Decisions Ahead
Some great things have happened in that last week. Tough choices are on the imminent horizon.
Firstly, one of the couples from the U.S.A. that I just met (while having coffee with them, as per my previous post) lent us their car. They are returning to the States until October and offered the use of their vehicle to us (free!) until their return. It is a huge blessing. People keep reaching out to us and the help is SO useful. We are both very grateful for the grace of others.
Secondly, I had an interview with the Higher Colleges of Technology (HCT), a government run university with campuses all over the U.A.E. They said they wanted me for the position! A job with HCT is considered very stable; they have a reputation of taking good care of their employees. One hitch: the job is in Fujairah. Fujairah is almost directly east of Dubai on the east coast of the U.A.E. on the Gulf of Oman. The interview was there, so we got see Fujairah. It is a popular holiday destination because of its beautiful beaches surrounded by tall rugged mountains. It is a small town with the enjoyable quaintness of such, but also the distinct possibility of desperate boredom.
This is a huge blessing in these times of economic downturn and increased jobless rates. It does, however, pose a quandry. The sole motivation for us moving halfway across the world was to be closer to family. Fujairah is 1 1/2 hours from Dubai, where our family is. A tough decision may lie ahead if no opportunity as good presents itself in Dubai. An hour and a half is a lot closer than North America but realistically, once the life routine gets underway, we know we will only get to Dubai once a week or once every other week. Despite this, we are still very thrilled that an opportunity has opened up. There is even a small chance that my brother-in-law and sister-in-law will move to Fujairah with us.
So, for now, I am going to continue to beat down doors here in Dubai and continue to ride this adventure wherever it leads us.
One of the good things so far is that I’m not missing home so much. With the exception of the glaring absence of stateside family and friends and pork pepperoni on my pizza this is starting to feel more like “home.”