Flight No. 13
This is my thirteenth flight in less than two months. By the end of August I will be up to 18. Weary doesn't even begin to cover how I'm feeling today. I had three very long days in the office last week after my amazing weekend in Singapore and spent yesterday catching up with my friend who I'd not seen for weeks (they are just back from the states). Today was mostly washing and packing and here I am again at Hamad International Airport, waiting for my flight to Dubai. I have three days in Dubai for meetings, and two in Abu Dhabi, followed by a couple of nights with my good friend Gen, who I have not seen since she left Doha late last year. We have a LOT to catch up on! Then back to Doha next Saturday.
I was going to be home a week and then fly to the Netherlands. NJ was due to come back the 23rd and that meant leaving him again after only a week; so I spoke to his dad about bringing him with me, which he seemed up for. Seems now he can't get time off work, nor his girlfriend so I had to disappoint NJ again. With a little creativity I've found a solution, meaning I don't have to leave NJ behind after him being back in Doha only a week; I will now fly to Manchester a week on Wednesday, spend a long weekend in Yorkshire before flying to Amsterdam for four days. Back the Thursday night to pick up NJ and we will fly back to Doha on the 4th (mum's birthday) but we need a day at home before he starts school.
I'll be glad when it's September and our RP's are up for renewal, meaning I can't go anywhere for a wee while. I miss my boy, my house, my bed, my friends, my routine. Travel and hotels are certainly not the recipe for a healthy lifestyle and at my age, even an hour's time difference makes my bones ache. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm not cut out for this kind of life.
My little boy.... miss him!
I was going to be home a week and then fly to the Netherlands. NJ was due to come back the 23rd and that meant leaving him again after only a week; so I spoke to his dad about bringing him with me, which he seemed up for. Seems now he can't get time off work, nor his girlfriend so I had to disappoint NJ again. With a little creativity I've found a solution, meaning I don't have to leave NJ behind after him being back in Doha only a week; I will now fly to Manchester a week on Wednesday, spend a long weekend in Yorkshire before flying to Amsterdam for four days. Back the Thursday night to pick up NJ and we will fly back to Doha on the 4th (mum's birthday) but we need a day at home before he starts school.
I'll be glad when it's September and our RP's are up for renewal, meaning I can't go anywhere for a wee while. I miss my boy, my house, my bed, my friends, my routine. Travel and hotels are certainly not the recipe for a healthy lifestyle and at my age, even an hour's time difference makes my bones ache. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm not cut out for this kind of life.
My little boy.... miss him!
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