The Expat life chose me!
I moved to Fujairah, UAE from Madras, India in the year 1992. I was 5 years old. My first memory of this move, was being reunited with my dad who had moved a little earlier to settle into his new job. I loved our new home, the new city, the park right around the corner & mainly the fact that we were all together again. Do not recollect missing my school or anyone else! I had all my people with me. This is clearly a great age to move somewhere new 😊 We lived in Fujairah, UAE for a few years - the most magical years of my life. It was a small town, a small parish & we were so close with all our friends & neighbours. The doors were always open for us kids to hang out & play. It was a time & place where it was safe for kids to get on their bikes and venture out alone. I made sure to be out to play at 4pm sharp every single day & be back at 6pm aka sunset - no permission to stay out beyond that. I'd then wait eagerly for my dad to get back home. My life was p