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moving is just as unpleasant as I remember
There are nice bits: discovering things you don't remember owning, the satisfaction of filling garbage bags with stuff to donate, the even deeper satisfaction of shredding papers. But there are things I don't quite know what to do with, like our kitchen utensils, and getting boxes won't be as simple as going down to our local liquor store (pro tip: liquor bottle boxes are small and study, making them excellent for hauling books.)
It's also more than a little bit tedious, and we may have come here with four suitcases and two carry-ons but that's certainly not how we're leaving. So, it's been half and half between doing legit moving preparation and laying on the sofa with a cat sleeping on me, rereading the sensation of falling as you just hit sleep, the post-Reichenbach story of my HEART.
And now, your daily dose of the 'Dhab.
Day 2: Our office for the first month (January 2008).
About a five-minute walk down the street from our hotel was the Abu Dhabi Mall, where we became good friends with the waitstaff of Mugg & Bean, a South African coffeehouse with the distinction of offering bottomless cups of coffee and iced tea in a country where both cost about 50% above the US average for a single cup. We were huddled in the farthest possible spot from the smoking section - they've been working on implementing a ban on indoor smoking for about a year and a half, and it still hasn't stuck.
But even with smokers, this cafe was a godsend. Our minuscule room at Le Meridien would've been fine for a weekend getaway, but not with six suitcases, and inexplicably there were no tea- or coffee-making facilities, which would've been important because we were sick for the entire first month after arriving in Abu Dhabi. The city got record rain that came down almost constantly for three weeks, accompanied by near-freezing weather. Everyone kept asking if we'd landed at the right airport. So we went in to work just long enough for our boss to take one pitying look and give us two company-issue laptops to poke around Adobe's creative suite, since we wouldn't be publishing a paper for another four months.
It's also more than a little bit tedious, and we may have come here with four suitcases and two carry-ons but that's certainly not how we're leaving. So, it's been half and half between doing legit moving preparation and laying on the sofa with a cat sleeping on me, rereading the sensation of falling as you just hit sleep, the post-Reichenbach story of my HEART.
And now, your daily dose of the 'Dhab.
Day 2: Our office for the first month (January 2008).
About a five-minute walk down the street from our hotel was the Abu Dhabi Mall, where we became good friends with the waitstaff of Mugg & Bean, a South African coffeehouse with the distinction of offering bottomless cups of coffee and iced tea in a country where both cost about 50% above the US average for a single cup. We were huddled in the farthest possible spot from the smoking section - they've been working on implementing a ban on indoor smoking for about a year and a half, and it still hasn't stuck.
But even with smokers, this cafe was a godsend. Our minuscule room at Le Meridien would've been fine for a weekend getaway, but not with six suitcases, and inexplicably there were no tea- or coffee-making facilities, which would've been important because we were sick for the entire first month after arriving in Abu Dhabi. The city got record rain that came down almost constantly for three weeks, accompanied by near-freezing weather. Everyone kept asking if we'd landed at the right airport. So we went in to work just long enough for our boss to take one pitying look and give us two company-issue laptops to poke around Adobe's creative suite, since we wouldn't be publishing a paper for another four months.