The Door is Open, Come on In

 Hi. Welcome to this blog. I hope you stick around long enough to share some experiences with me. I can’t force you to do that, but hopefully you’ll find a little something of yourselves in here and can relate. Or, and I’m not sure this is better, you fall in love with the prose and keep coming back to read regardless of attempts to woo you with my views on life and my tiny plot of land on it. My name is Geraint, but my friends call me Ger. Hard G, rhymes with air, care, bear. You get the gist.

Some background before we get started. I live and work in Dubai, one of the most multicultural cities in the world. I love it, I really do. Like everywhere else, it has its positives and negatives, but for now, at this junction of my life, I think Dubai is a good fit for me. But I know it won’t always be that way. I was born in the UK, grew up in Canada (but am not a Canadian citizen), and while I live and work in Dubai, I can never, no matter how long I stay here, become a citizen of Dubai. As of this moment – I am a man without a permanent home. Some days I find that fact scary. Other days it forces me to think about where to go next and what adventures I could have as I get there!

I have been working in the Middle East for over six years now. During that time I have found it frustrating, exciting, rewarding, frustrating again, eye-opening, and life-changing. This is a part of the world I knew very little about, save what I saw on television. Having been here, I am now secure enough in my own views. But that is not what this blog is for. I don’t “do” political. I don’t “do” religious. Neither topic holds any interest to me. And quite frankly, I don’t know enough or care enough about either subject to have an opinion worth listening to! If you want that stuff, you’ll have to look elsewhere. While this blog won’t be all sunshine and rainbows, because life isn’t always sunshine and rainbows, I won’t bog it down with stuff I don’t like to talk about. Deal?

In all honesty, 2013 was a pretty crap year for me. Oh, before I continue, I’m keeping this first entry relatively smut and profanity free. They won’t always be like that. I figure I’ll let you get to know me first before I bring out my inner R-Rated movie and go all Scarface on your asses. No cocaine though. Highly illegal here in Dubai. Where was I? Oh yeah, 2013 sucked donkeys. Fortunately it is not 2013 anymore. Hello 2014, have you come to cheer me up? As starts go, 2014, you haven’t been too over the top. But you haven’t been miserable either.

But this year promises so much more. I’m already looking into going to South Africa for a safari in August. I’ve done three already. I would do three a year if I could. More importantly though, 2014 promises to be the year I start looking for that place called “home”. The one place I truly belong. I’ve yet to find it. Maybe it’s because I’m still finding me. 2014 will see a concerted effort in finding both of those subjects.

I hope you join me on the journey. Given my penchant for laughs and an apparent lack of a filter, there should be some fun to be had along the way. And when I look back at all the things that I have done, many of which will pop up here, we can all wonder why I haven’t learned a lesson from it, why it took me so long to learn a lesson from it, or just call me an idiot for learning something from it when there was nothing really to learn. When I said I like to laugh, I meant it. I particularly like to laugh at myself. And trust me; there are a lot of reasons for me to laugh at myself.

So long for now. I hope to see you all tomorrow (or the next time I post something).

Cheers,

Ger

 

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