March 29th, 2020
We’re all currently facing some boundaries. Since moving here, I’ve lived out of my suitcase. Tonight, however, for the first time in a year, I’d have spent seven consecutive nights in my own bed. My feet may be bound to limitations, but my mind is still free to wander. And all I can think of is the places I didn’t go.
Situated in it’s own little nook, Doha is aligned with oceans so pure you wouldn’t be surprised if you see a mermaid wash out on the shore. Sealine is a popular attraction where the desert meets the sea. Visitors go to enjoy a day chasing waves or to ride dunes all the way into sunset. Now happens to be the perfect time of year, as the dull winter days are gone and it’s the start of summer – not too hot and breathable. I can’t help but sigh.
My thoughts take me deeper into the desert, where visitors can go for a safari or a traditional Arabic style picnic. An animal lover of note, the idea of being surrounded by dressed up camels makes me excited, not to mention the thought of falafel and za’atar pies… My tummy growls, but instead of making yet another trip to the refrigerator, I let my daydream swoop me up and fly me across the city, over hundreds of sand coloured, air conditioned buildings. There’s the new state of the art Metro that I’ve never taken before, the harbour of traditional dhows (Arabian ships) that I’ve never been on and the Museum of Islamic Art with its unique design and breathtaking views that I’ve never visited…
Daylight fades through my window and brings me back from my magic carpet ride. I decide to replace all the “nevers” with “not yet”. My suitcase may be empty for now, but I have a year’s worth of memories to unpack. That should keep me busy for a while. That, and my daydreams, now that I finally have time to bond with my “new” home in the desert.
Hello, Doha. We met some time ago, and I’m still here. We are not done yet.