So sitting here in another airport bar in the midst of a 7-hour layover, heading back to Abu Dhabi after my spring break. Then this song comes on, “Dreaming of Another World.” It kind of hit me, because that is what this whole adventure ends up feeling like at the end of the day-some strange dream.
So there is “Arizona Ali” and “Abu Dhabi Ali.” Apparently, these two haven’t met just yet. I realize this, because every time I travel from one to the other, the other place seems quite surreal. In fact, I can’t quite tell which is home and which is a vacation anymore. And during these long commutes, I feel like I’m in this strange in-between place transitioning from one life to the other.
“Arizona Ali” is a very content Ali. She is happily married to a wonderfully patient, kind and understanding man that supports this strange journey of hers. She lives down the street from her family and enjoys drinking wine with them celebrating any occasion. She is content hanging at home, loves being outside, and runs an organized- Type A kind of household.
“Abu Dhabi Ali” is a bit more restless. She wants to venture out more, spend money beyond her means, eat and drink a wee bit more than she should and is often looking ahead at “what’s next?”
At moments like these, when I’m transitioning from one to the other, I ponder how I got here? Can I do this another year? And what happens when this adventure is over? Do these two personalities harmonize? Or does one get lost in the other?
In about 5 weeks, my husband will be coming out to Abu Dhabi and meeting “Abu Dhabi Ali.” I’m hoping that will help bridge the gap?