Holidays... : The Move to Dubai

Perhaps, I've been working way too long. One day, I was plucked out, with a message saying "Hey, Jean! We're sending you to Dubai!"

Wow... Unbelievable! Dubai? Yes! Happily, I announced it to everybody!

My mum's response was, "Oh! My Gosh! Dubai? It's the Paris of the Middle East! I'm going to fly together with you k!"

My brother, who's a cynical young man, despite his age, said in his gruff voice, "Why on earth would you like to go to Dubai?! It's the desert, for God's sake. Why would you want to go all the way there, stay under the hot sun, 60 degrees, and suffer?"

Some friends think that Dubai is a very conservative area. Many think that I've sent myself to the worst place on earth for women. "Jean! You can't drive there, or go out unaccompanied. You have to wear that black robe, and cover your face all the time. Are you sure you want to go?"

My bosses, in a bid to tempt me, advised, "It's very fun there. Totally different from here. Very care free. No stress. It's the best place to work on earth. You'll love it."

Me? All I had in my mind was, "Wow ! I am going to miss my present project very very much. This is the only project which I feel a great sense of belonging, great team work and high sense of self-worth. Why do you want me to leave? What's going to happen to me when I venture out? What will I do? What if I don't have any jobs? What if I don't know what to do?"

It's terrifying. It's exhilarating. It's liberating!!!