Excuse me while I attempt to kick-off something that might vaguely resemble a regular feature on this blog of mine.
I’m sentimental when it comes to memories. The Christmas we spent in Portugal with the least Christmas-y lunch ever. What Anish and I wore on our first date. The last meal I had with a bunch of guys, before we all went down separate career paths, after working together for a year. Going to my first convention and being part of that group.
I don’t let myself look back that often. Just occasionally. It’s the future you’ve got to look forward to. Here I’m going to let myself look back once a week. Or maybe every two weeks. (Let’s see how this goes, shall we?)
Today I’m only looking back to a year ago. Well, little over a year ago. When I made the move to Bahrain. The first few weekends were whirlwinds of doing all-the-things.
It was mid-May, so in Bahrain-speak – Summer is coming. Temperatures were rising and there were only a few days when the outside weather was still bearable to do anything outside.
One evening a quick decision was made to head out to Al Dar Island the following day. To make the most of the fine weather, before it felt like stepping into an oven outside.
Four of us headed out on a Sunday morning to Al Dar. A resort island of sorts. With a few beachside rooms for overnighters. Though it’s mostly a day-trippers sort of place. A place to enjoy the beach and sea, away from the busy city.
In reality, it was far too hot for the beach. But damnit, we were going to enjoy ourselves. Beers, cocktails, volleyball – much fun was had.
Of course no one really thought to take photos. Until the end of the day. When you feel like the sun’s zapped every ounce of energy from you. The sea’s made your hair into one hot mess. But you’ve had a great day and you feel like moving to Bahrain’s been one of the most important decisions you’ve made.
That was when I realised life was going to be a little different. But that was perfectly okay.