Sometimes I miss Kuwait.
Like, really miss Kuwait.
I knew I would (I may have sat in the back of the taxi with silent tears streaming down my face as we drove away from our baby girl’s first ever home and made our way to the smoke-filled airport for the very last time), but I miss it more than I expected to. No, I don’t miss the insanity of the highways, the snail’s pace at which government processes happen there, the nearly impossible task of finding black beans on grocery shelves, or the dust storms that turn the sky orange and coat your apartment in a thick layer of sand.
What I do miss though, is the community we had there. I miss being constantly being surrounded by friends and fellow stay-at-home-mamas. I miss impromptu baby play dates that were as easy as taking an elevator a few floors up or down. I miss walking over to the building next door for take out and homemade wine with friends. I miss our door being knocked on by people just stopping by to say hello.
But then I see photos like these {taken by Bradley while out for a walk with Miss G this morning}… And they remind me of why we’re at home in Canada right now. Because a little girl meandering through a field of flowers surrounded by fresh air and tree-covered mountains just doesn’t happen in Kuwait…
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Love these pictures. :)
Me too! I think I always love photos of Grae taken by someone other than myself.
Well said! One of the keys to my survival in Beijing has been my wonderful community. When we do eventually go back to Canada, I know I wont miss the pollution and the traffic and our also lack of canned black beans, but I will definitely miss my community.
Doesn’t the community overseas almost MAKE the experience? It’s definitely a hard adjustment when you get back, but being surrounded by nature, sane roads, and black beans makes it a little bit easier. :)