It’s official, I miss living abroad. I miss the friends that I made. I miss the food. I miss the lifestyle. I miss the music. I miss the relaxation. I miss the ability to travel. I miss the possibilities.
As I scroll through timelines and see people on fantastic trips I’m happy for them and a little sad for myself. I want to hop on a plane and go to Japan or New Zealand or back to the Maldives. Instead, I can only dream of going to Mexico or Jamaica. Now, don’t get me wrong; I’d love to go to Mexico or Jamaica but it won’t be so easy to just hop on a plane and go like it was in Doha. I miss living abroad.
Music. I love music! As I shuffle my playlist or listen to the radio, a song can take me back to a place with such vivid memories. Firestone by Kygo takes me to the all white rooftop lounge of the St. Regis in Mumbai. The night air was crisp and I sipped on a great cocktail in good company. The Way It Is by Bruce Hornsby takes me straight to @JALCDoha sitting at the bar with my super cute bar tenders making my special drink. @RJJazz75 sitting at the piano in his custom suit passionately playing the song as he does so well; the crowd loving it. Oh and my favorite rendition of Misunderstood by Nina Simone sang by the fabulous @AkuaAlrich takes me to my happy place. And just today, I heard Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) by Nancy Sinatra as I rummaged through the vintage store. A smile quickly grew on my face as I remembered Laurent Day sitting on a stool with his guitar soulfully belting out the lyrics to that song in one of my favorite Doha lounges, Vintage at the St. Regis. I miss living abroad.
I look at the local ads in the paper and see restaurants advertise foods from around the world. There’s a local Indian restaurant but I know it’s no where near as good as Saffron at the Katara in Doha or the food I had while exploring Mumbai. I see adds for falafel and know it won’t compare to the falafel at Al Sufra at the Marsala Kimpenski at the Pearl. There’s nothing like a Friday brunch abroad or an express lunch at the Market by Jean-Georges at the W in Doha. I miss living abroad.
Yet, today I was reminded that “things come at a price” and unfortunately, I know this all too well. From family to health…as much as I miss living abroad, I did pay a price. I am happy to be back home and after a hike at the beautiful Wahcella Falls today, surrounded by the mossy rocks and mossy trees and listening to waters of the falls hit the pool of water below, I was reassured that I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
I’m living life and it’s good.