We touched down in Gabon at the end of July over 6 years ago. The regional flight landed in Port Gentil, we disembarked, then stood around the tarmac watching as our bags were unloaded before proceeding to line up at a table where two officers opened and searched bags manually before waving you out of the chain linked fence. Our driver took us and our six suitcases to the company office to retrieve the keys to our temporary home, a 'suite' across the road in a hotel located right in the middle of the industrial zone.
The hotel was mainly inhabited by offshore and rotational workers. The parking lot bordered a zoo which was home to a gorilla and chickens but mostly just smelled terrible. We had a one bedroom suite with a kitchen full of ramshackle supplies, a television with a reliable CNN channel and an unreliable Discovery channel. There was no working internet connection and nothing other than company offices and work shops even remotely nearby. I spent twenty two out of twenty four hours a day in that room, terrified by the lizards that sunbathed on the pavement outside our door and even more terrified by trying to use the complicated, often unsafe taxi system to do anything else. I devoured books on my Kindle, typed emails and blog posts into a Word document to copy and paste into browsers when we walked over to Joe's office after dinner for an internet connection, and became very acquainted with CNN's news reel. The unfriendly housekeeping staff would stop by daily, using a bottle to squirt bleach on the floor and then smear it around leaving the place reeking for hours. At night we would hear the quiet knocking on our neighbours' doors through the shutter like windows and a 'Bonsoir' in a semi-seductive tone - the ladies of the night doing their business.
However, the most frustrating part of the entire experience was the dribble of cold water that would come from the shower. After one failed attempt at washing my hair, Joe arranged for me to use his colleague's empty home in the afternoons for a hot shower, satellite TV and an internet connection. It felt completely luxurious.
July first, four years ago, we landed in Stavanger for the first time with our six suitcases. It was cold and windy as we made our way out to the pick up lane where Joe's boss and a colleague were awaiting us. It was a short drive to our temporary home, a 2 bedroom apartment on the edge of downtown. We were advised to head to the grocery store before 6 pm as everything would be closed on Sunday and then we were left to our own devices. The apartment was small, clean and functional and we were thankful Joe's boss had recently vacated it for his new family home allowing us the space as opposed to a hotel elsewhere.
We had television and internet and when it wasn't raining, I could walk into Sentrum and peruse the shops. I was nervous, not knowing any Norwegian and feeling out of place after two years in Gabon. Most of my time was spent writing on this blog and perusing rental listings.
We landed in Abu Dhabi after a strenuous 13 hour direct flight with a toddler who slept a mere 3 of those hours. A porter helped us with our six bags out to the taxi stand in the blazing 43 degree heat and we sped down the multi-lane highway downtown to our temporary home. It's a hotel with a proper front desk and friendly staff and most importantly, cool.
Our 1 bedroom suite feels small for the three of us. Jasper's bed hardly wedges between our bed and the closet, our suitcases litter the minimal floor space. The kitchen is equipped with two hotplates and two sets of cutlery and dinnerware. I ask for a third set so Jasper has something to eat off of. The television is mostly Arabic minus the standard international news channels but the Wifi connection is fine. The air conditioning is frightfully cold and is either on or off, despite the temperature gauge. We hear the traffic below us and the call to prayer several times a day.
In the middle of summer in the desert, it is near impossible to spend any amount of time outside and we're thankful for a large, beautiful shopping mall beside us. Jasper, used to spending a lot of time outdoors at playgrounds, doesn't fully understand why we can't play outside. I haul him every morning next door and let him loose in the open spaces of the mall. We wander the aisles of the massive supermarket in the basement trying to find things to cook with our limited resources. Too nervous to tackle the traffic, this has to do for now.
The early days are difficult no matter where one lands. It's lonely and overwhelming but also full of anticipation. Everything is new, every task a challenge. This time I'm forced to get out every day as being cooped up with a toddler is worse than the alternative. He needs to eat proper meals at proper times, there's laundry to do and energy (his) to be burned. In a way, I'm thankful for the distraction. On my third expatriation, I'm more confident in myself and my capabilities. I'm less nervous about making mistakes and less shy about asking for help.
I don't have any photographic evidence of these transitory periods but the memories are seared into my mind. The hardships of my first experience are comedic now and the ease of the second are appreciated. I wonder what I'll think about the third in a few years time, whether we're moving somewhere new, or repatriating? As practice tells me, this, too, shall pass.
I gave the blog a little facelift and there are some bugs and pages that need to be reworked. Bear with me.
Yes - you guessed it. We're moving to Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates.
Over four years ago as we prepared to move from Port Gentil, Gabon to Stavanger, Norway we joked that we couldn't have picked more opposite locations however, this transition to Abu Dhabi might just take the cake.
To be honest, I'm not sure how we feel about it. Had we been asked where we wanted to move, I don't think Abu Dhabi would have made the top ten. Maybe it wouldn't have made the top twenty either. But, we're not upset about it. Six years of expatriation has taught us there are positives and negatives to every location but a positive attitude is everything. So, we'll go optimistically.
Likely the best place to follow along over the next weeks will be instagram but perhaps once we're settled and Jasper heads to nursery, I'll find my way back to this blog.
Thank you for your support & good wishes along the way!
I wrote this post ages ago when I thought signing the contract was imminent but here we are, almost into August and Joe has not received a contract to sign despite signing the offer of employment and actually being there and working the last 2 weeks! I've been holding off telling anyone where we're moving until it was official because who knows what can happen. So it's not officially official but Joe has started the job, Jasper is enrolled in nursery school and we're working on flights over in a couple of weeks. So I might as well put it out there.
We have lived in Norway for four years. FOUR YEARS! I have not lived in one place this long since my childhood home. While every expatriation has it's ups and downs, both Joe and I can say it has been a wonderful, easy stay in this beautiful country. We have really loved living here but we have also known that we needed to move on and we've been preparing to do so over the last year.
Those of you that follow me on Instagram have likely heard about the imminent move and all of the uncertainty of the last six months but for those in the dark the short story is a terrible economy has resulted in a real lack of positions all over the world and Joe's contract coming to an end in the midst of it was unfortunate, to say the least. A few potential opportunities came up but fell through for this or that reason and there were times where we thought we might actually be moving home without a job. Time ticked away, our apartment was rented to someone else for July 1, our visas were running out and we still were uncertain about our future.
Now, with less than 2 weeks to go, I think a decision has finally been made. It's going to be a huge change for us and despite being well practiced in expatriation, I'm feeling more nervous about this one. Perhaps because we are tackling it with a toddler or maybe it's the last six months of stress wearing me thin but I am cautiously optimistic about the move.
Four years ago, I announced our move to Norway on this blog but not before making you all guess where we were headed. I figured I'd carry on the tradition.
Can you guess where we're going? Bonus points for those who don't use Google. I'll confirm or deny in a couple of days.