This past weekend saw me mark my third year in Bahrain. While there weren’t any celebrations, it’s enough of a milestone for me to remember the date when I excitedly hopped on a plane to my new home.
This past weekend, Saturday May 21st to be exact, marked the two-year anniversary of my move to Bahrain. TWO WHOLE YEARS. The date isn’t in my calendar, so I sort of forgot. I knew the move date was around May in 2014, sometime towards the end of the month. Mild boredom and curiosity got the better of me on Friday night, so I searched my blog to remind myself. Good thing I keep track of those important things somewhere.
File this under revelations while doing the mundane, every day life things. Perhaps revelation is a bit strong. Let’s call it a light revelation.
Sometimes when I’m out walking to the grocery store or taking a break from work and mindlessly staring out of the window, I have to remind myself that I live here. I live in Bahrain. The emphasis being on the I rather than the live. Despite having lived away from the UK for over a year and a half now, I still find almost pinching myself to believe hat I live in Bahrain.
The life of an expat can seem exciting if you’re not an expat. Living in a country that’s not your home country and experiencing “the life”. There’s a few things you’re not taught about expat life though, and one of those is something I learnt last week.
Anish and I have begun to make friends. We’ve got a great group to hang out with thanks to /r/Bahrain and friends from work. A mixed bag of expats and Bahrainis. The expat population in Bahrain is mostly transient. People will come here and work for a few years and then move on. Bahrain also feels like the kind of place that attracts the kind of expat who’s more likely to just move on after an amount of time.