The decision to name this blog 'The Pale Bedouin' was of course an attempt to be humorous - me being pale and blond in this nation of what used to be Bedouin tribes traveling the desert with their camels and belongings - to them home was where the grass (and occasionally water) was and they put down their tent.
There is more to it, though. A quick count from the top of my head says that I have lived in 26 different places in my 31 years (and we didn't move much when I was a child) not counting that I have lived in some places more than once (moving back to my mother's at several occasions for example). If that's not a bedouin life, I don't know what is.
On April 1st we will move into what will be my 27th place - our new apartment in Kuwait that will hopefully be home for a while after having spent 2 months in a temporary apartment. I have already gone into moving mode - thinking about the time we spent here and how time has flown by so fast and thinking about what will be in the new apartment. I can actually see the new apartment from my balcony where I am sitting now (trying to make the most out of having a balcony that faces the sea - we won't have that in the next place) so it's not a big move but it is still an occasion to reflect.
I'll upload some pictures once we are settled in and of course a standing invitation to occupy our guest room in case any of you would like to come see for yourself what Kuwait is all about and where our Bedouin life has taken us...
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26 different places in 31 years....wow! I have lived in 2 :D Too bad I didn't get to hear all your stories in Atlanta. We'll have to catch up one day when our paths cross again :)
ReplyDelete:-) well, it's not 26 different countries but 26 different 'homes' (in 9 countries, I guess) - but yes, that is still more than many people do in a lifetime. I guess it's in my blood :)
ReplyDeleteHappy to share stories when we meet again!