“And we shouldn’t be here at all, if we’d known more about it before we started. But I suppose it’s often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo, adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of a sport, as you might say. But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed in them; usually their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn’t.” Sam Gamgee, Lord of the Rings.
I use to think that adventure and fun went hand in hand. When you went on an adventure, you automatically stepped into a realm of fun, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Adventure and interesting experience which craft the best memories go hand in hand; sometimes they meet up with fun, but not always. A part of me feels like Sam, I thought adventure was looked for and here I am in Dubai, unplanned and unexpected, but not unwanted.
One of the things I love about living in Dubai is that just to go buy some embroidery thread is an experience and an adventure. I went into a neighbourhood called Satwa this week, searching for thread and beads. In Bloem I’d know where to go and not think about the road there. This week I got into a taxi that dropped me off at a Mosque and then found my way around a ton of really interesting shops. The people around me couldn’t speak good English, just enough to get by and do business. I guess when you’ve lived here for a while the magic of stepping out your door will fade, but for now I’m enjoying it and I hope it never fades.
I’ve been searching for a university, but Monday and Tuesday I went out and lost myself on purpose with the goal to find myself again. When you lose yourself in a new city you get to see things that you would normally avoid. In Bloem I knew my place and I stayed in it, maybe sometimes missing out on some great things, but here I don’t know my place and I get to reinvent myself.
The stereotypes that where built around me are being broken down. My friends in Bloem knew me very well. They wouldn’t invite me to certain parties, knowing that it’s not my scene and that I wouldn’t enjoy it, but here people don’t know all my likes and dislikes. I get invited to places and events that normally I wouldn’t go to and I’m realising that I like some things that I thought I wouldn’t. I’m still me and some events I’ll avoid the next time they come around, but at least I got the chance to experience it and make up my mind again.
I went out to find myself by losing myself and I found myself where I’d always been, just with a wider horizon and a more open mind.