Hazy with Low Visibility
The weather in Dubai has been strange the last few days. It is very hazy. It isn’t exactly a sandstorm, but it isn’t fog or clouds either. Visibility is low. Sometimes it feels like it’s overcast, a rainstorm about to come in with the brightness of the sun hampered a bit.
The winds aren’t so strong as to kick up a lot of sand. But they are strong enough to cover the city and a tannish-light brown haze. Dust is just “kicked-up” and hasn’t settled yet. We brought the clothes rack inside to dry the clothes. The front stoop, usually dusty and sandy every few days, needs to be swept twice a day.
The weather is exactly how I feel– “kicked-up” and not yet settled. We quit our jobs in the middle of March and moved to Dubai. Since then we have been living with family and awaiting the start of my new job and our life in Fujairah (about 1 1/2 hours from where we live now). During this time my sister-in-law’s family moved across the street and my parents-in-law moved in to this villa. Constant change. Even back home my parents are in the midst of selling my childhood home and moving to Pittsburgh– everything is changing.
In such a state of flux, visibility is low. You can’t tell exactly what lies ahead.
My job starts next week. The benefits are exquisite. Nine weeks paid vacation a year, housing paid for, relocation allowance because I’m an “overseas” hire, two round-trip airfares back the States once a year, tax-free salary, etc. I am excited about working (and having an income) again, but also feeling the typical “new job” nervousness. They’ll put us up in a hotel for the first week or two while they find our new home– then we can move in. We don’t know what to expect. Will I like the job? My co-workers? Will we like the place they find for us? Will we like Fujairah? Though it looks like stability is coming, there is still so much “up in the air.” And though living with instability is hard, the scary thing about letting things settle is that you may not like the way it all comes to rest.
So, the forecast is continued dusty and “kicked-up” for at least another month. I never was one that wanted the settled, white-picket fence suburb life– however, I’m craving some stability at this point.
There’s something to be said for letting the dust settle– fall where it may– just fall.