Today, July 29, 2009 marks my 2nd year living and working in doha. I remembered the time I left Philippines with all my friends sending me off in NAIA. It was not a tearful scenario because we were all cramming for my show money hehehe… I was a bit short of 300 dollars and George had to use his father’s standby cash for operations to lend me so I could just pass through the immigration.
I had mixed feelings when the plane took off. I was so sad to leave my comforts but was also looking forward to better opportunities. I can’t help but cry. I was praying to be happy in my new endeavour.
When we had a 4-hour stopover at Bahrain which gave me an opportunity to call my friend MJ in Doha,just so she’s sure that I was right on schedule.
My first few months was a mountainous stress. I think Ive spent a great amount of courage to keep me going until I got a more stable job in October. The rest is history.
As I’ve said in my previous write ups, wherever you may go there will always be good and bad side. I’ve experienced mostly bad but I know in time, good things will come. Keep on hoping *sigh*
I’m still in search for that elusive happiness and contentment and I’m quite sure I’ll find it somewhere far away here. Now again, I’m making a sweeping statement. Still, congratulations to me to have endured 2 years of ups and downs.
Hi, I stumbled upon your blog after googling life in Qatar.
I moved to Bahrain earlier this year and returned to my home country after things just wouldn’t get better in Bahrain. Yes, I can totally relate to your posts about searching for the happiness u were so sure to find, but never did. However I do miss life on my own in Bahrain…make sense? I miss the independence and friendships I made. And sometimes wonder if I made the right decision to come back home.
So big ups to you for sticking it out so long (“,). I might move to Qatar or back to Bahrain.