dubai is an escape?
I think a lot of people think that Dubai is an escape. Money, cars, lifestyle, maids. So many people come to a place like to Dubai when they want to escape from something – a life they think is dull, a relationship that has failed, a career rut. And I can see how all the glitz, glamour and perks could be viewed as an escape.
The reason I wanted to move was not to escape so much… it was more of a desire to see the world and live somewhere totally different. For some reason, I have always had this image that when people move overseas, their life changes completely and everyday consists of excitement and challenges to be dealt with and overcome. All of this I found very appealing.
Let me tell you right now – it is really nothing like that.
I will use a couple of key examples to illustrate my point.
A simple one that jumps to mind is school lunches. When in Australia, there was a certain amount of drudgery that came along with school lunches. I’m sure any mums out there will know that groaning feeling you get when you have started to wind down for the evening and you realise that you haven’t made the damn lunches yet… Or, even worse. You get up in the dark in the wee hours of the morning and realise you forgot to make the lunches the night before. Now you are scrambling around trying to find something without mould on it or that hasn’t gone a bit mushy around the edges to put into the lunch boxes.
Exactly the same issues here, in fact somewhat exacerbated by the fact that the fruit and veg seems to go off a lot quicker. So the cucumber you put in the crisper the night before which was looking perky and crisp has now deteriorated to a soggy mess when you go to grab it out for the daily salad mix. I still get the same sinking feeling as I stand in the supermarket each week trying to think up healthy, interesting snack ideas for the lunch boxes, only to have them come home at the end of the day warm, soggy and partially eaten.
Another thing that hasn’t changed is my status as a sporting widow.
I had visions when we moved that we would spend evenings exploring all the new places in our new city, that weekends would be spent wandering souks, playing on white sandy beaches, going for long drives… all the romantic notions. And where before, there were a number of late nights where said hubby was up with strange people in my lounge room yelling at the ref, or he was rising before dawn to throw on a blanket and loyally watch men hitting a small white ball around a nicely mown patch of grass, I thought our new life would be different. I would be saved from the ever present sporting parade.
Not so. In fact, it is actually ever so slightly worse.
Something important I have learned about Dubai that would have been handy to know prior to moving is that is apparently in the ‘perfect’ sporting timezone. Half way between Europe and Australia, we actually get most of the events during awake hours and often at the time they are actually happening.
My husband exclaims to me with great excitement just this morning that the cricket is “LIVE from the Gabba Em!! LIVE!! I never even got that at home!” My sinking feeling is worse and getting worse by the moment.
And it never seems to end either! We just had the rugby world cup, then the masters in the golf, now the cricket season has started. All of these fabulous events on everyday, all day, at hours when we are all up and the children are in full swing. We seem to be able to constantly watch them as well as we seem to have acquired a plethora of sporting channels that somehow made it into our cable subscription here (set up whilst hubby was unsupervised in Dubai before we were able to transition across) and all apparently LIVE. yay.
Now when you add all of this to the fact that we have been placed in a building that is specifically for Cabin Crew (hubby works for airlines) and at any given moment when you wander up to our pool for a swim, you are confronted by dozens of tanned, lithe, buxom young women from all over the world. They laze on lounges with their oil and big sunnies on, often in their brazilian cut mini-kinis (so small they can’t be a bikini) and then you start to understand why my husband has really embraced living in Dubai as something he should have been doing his whole life!
‘Peaches’ he fondly refers to them as and I can just picture him right now – sunnies on for maximum perve factor, lying in the pool letting his eyes drift across the ‘orchard’, just enjoying the perkiness and daydreaming about what life could have been if he moved 20 years ago. All this while he knows he can wander downstairs when he’s ready, pop his feet up, open some fizzy hops (we finally got our licence to drink at home… yay) and kick back to enjoy some LIVE sport – LIVE Em LIVE!!
And as I’m sure other sporting widows would appreciate, there seems to be no argument compelling enough to justify turning a man’s attention from a LIVE sporting event.
The child has just fallen on his face and put a tooth through his lip – “Can you keep that baby quiet… he’s crying too loud… I can’t hear the commentators..”. Or even better “I couldn’t turn the vegetables over – the all blacks were on a streak and going to score.. I had to see if the backs would hold up” as I try to salvage the scorched remains of the roast from the oven.
So, to all those people out there who expect to move countries and change the day-to-day of life and escape certain challenges, don’t bother really. There is no escape. Life is life, no matter where you are living and it should be embraced for all its positives and its negatives. And now that I know that Dubai is in the PERFECT timezone, I can slowly work on our next move – to Siberia, or at least a country without cable TV, or at the very, very least, a building without any cabin crew 🙂
Have a great weekend everyone.