The Other Life

I had one of those moments last week. A moment where I actually stopped to take a look at where I was. In the mundane of school runs, work and what-will-we-have-for dinner, it can be easy to forget about the fact that you’re a long way from home. And then it suddenly hits you. The other life.

As I stood at the doors of a local store I stopped to pull out my phone and take a photo. To me it’s a classic Doha shot. In amongst the rubble, the chaos, the construction and the traffic, you can see the beauty. It was stinking hot when this shot was taken, I could feel the perspiration dripping down my back.

By this time next week my scenery will have changed dramatically. Our tans will slowly fade as we take our daily walk along the beach in tracksuits and long sleeved shirts. We’ll decide on a whim to jump in the car and go and see Granny. We’ll eat local produce and sit down each night to watch The Project and Masterchef or whatever new Aussie television discovery we make this year. We’ll go to swimming lessons at an indoor pool and have new favourite instructors. We’ll make morning bakery runs, and afternoon trips to the park. We’ll wear gum boots to the markets on Saturday morning and splash in the puddles of a dirt carpark. And slowly the travellers will change their vocabulary, their accents will alter. Football cards will be gathered, requests at Big W and Target will be made. And we will drive up and down this road at least once a day.

And in the middle of this, of all the goodness of home, every now and then we’ll stop and think of the other life. The life on a compound with friends, a busy school packed with activities, the desert sun and the sand that gathers at the front door.

The other life.

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