525,600 minutes,
525,600 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes.
How do you measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets,
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life?
525,600 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes.
How do you measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets,
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life?
-"Seasons of Love" from RENT
One year. I can't believe it. Yesterday was 365 days since we landed in Doha. I can still remember the fear, the exhaustion and the way the air felt when we stepped out of the airplane door and started down the steps. The smell of hot and of humid sand. I still vividly remember the "Oh my God. What are we doing" feelings. The trepidation at Customs. The rows of fully veiled ladies sitting waiting for husbands and luggage to arrive.
It was one year and 365 days today when I walked into the office for the first time. The woman meeting me was late. I was on my own in her office. I had a cup of tea. I couldn't concentrate- I was so tired and thirsty. I met so many people, I didn’t even have time to form any first impressions. I wonder what they thought of me.
One year of work has flown by. One year later, it still doesn't feel comfortable. I am still learning. I still have a lot to do.
I have been saving all our pictures in a folder titled “Doha Life – Y1. Yesterday I made the “Y2” file. It floored me. In our personal life, we have come a long way. Big C and I together have learned a lot about each other. We have each had some battles – on our own and together – but we have overcome. We have met some amazing and extraordinary people. The majority have been incredible and people who I hope become lifelong friends. There are a few things I wish hadn’t happened…but I don’t want to dwell on those. It isn’t healthy.
But really, where did the year go?
It was one year and 365 days today when I walked into the office for the first time. The woman meeting me was late. I was on my own in her office. I had a cup of tea. I couldn't concentrate- I was so tired and thirsty. I met so many people, I didn’t even have time to form any first impressions. I wonder what they thought of me.
One year of work has flown by. One year later, it still doesn't feel comfortable. I am still learning. I still have a lot to do.
I have been saving all our pictures in a folder titled “Doha Life – Y1. Yesterday I made the “Y2” file. It floored me. In our personal life, we have come a long way. Big C and I together have learned a lot about each other. We have each had some battles – on our own and together – but we have overcome. We have met some amazing and extraordinary people. The majority have been incredible and people who I hope become lifelong friends. There are a few things I wish hadn’t happened…but I don’t want to dwell on those. It isn’t healthy.
But really, where did the year go?
Happy Doha-versary to Us.
Ramadan Kareem to All.
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