It’s been an interesting four months.
Being made redundant in June, 7 months before my planned exit, threw some confusion into my life.
Once the panic of “Oh my god, how do I live ” died away, ( I did try to plan for this rainy day) the reality of looking for another Middle Eastern job, 6 months away from the birthday where they have the right to finish you anyway, made me loath to throw myself into the hunt, competing against sharp smarties half my age.
It took 24 hours to feel just fine about dealing with this change.
Four months later, organising my life into its next phase, I look back and can’t believe I ever worked.
Such was the gift given to me early June.
It’s time to move on, sort my life out for the next stage and take a break from the 9-5.
A summer spent at home in Cyprus, taking care of four and half years of house and garden neglect, now back in Dubai to wait for payments owing and visa cancellation, a new focus on the shell collecting hobby, writing up the findings for future reference for the Arabian region, supported by local groups, more time to be spent in the field, exploring those corners of the big city in the sand which I’ve missed, extending some travel…yes, it’s all good so far.
I’m feeling fit and healthy, life is good, bring it on… ♫