it’s been two weeks and three days since Kuwait has become our home for the year. So far so good alhamdulillah! The people are lovely, kind hearted, and beautiful as is the country itself. Feelings of anxiety and nervousness have passed somewhat but I still (and most likely always will) miss my family back home x The constant noise and a 10persons presence within a household is something you miss when it is reduced to 2people in a 2bedroom flat; which is nice and all but you get what I mean.
After having somewhat of an ikea makeover, our flat now has a homely feel to it which is great considering much of the day thus far has been spent indoors. Not because we’re lame and don’t want to explore, but because it’s hot. Hot ya’anee hot hot! When my plane landed at around 1am and the pilot announced it was 40degrees celsius, I thought it was a joke. Until I stepped outside and inhaled a whole lotta hot! It’s getting better, temperatures are meant to cool down in October-ish when people supposedly get out their winter jackets and boots, but after surviving winter in Canada I think it’s one of those things I’ll have to see it to believe it. We tried it our first day, being tourists and walking on the street to get groceries in the middle of the day wondering why there was not a soul in sight. 2minutes later we understood why and headed to the nearest bakala for a bottle of water!
The gulf is less than a 5minute walk from us; palm trees and sandy beach included which is beautiful and something I’ve always wanted. We get a glimpse of it from our balcony, so sometimes when the AC gets too cold its nice just to step out and gaze into the distance. There’s also a masjid less than 2minutes from us which ensures that salah times are never missed. Hearing the adhan 5times a day is one of those beautiful things you just don’t get back home. Alongside halal food everywhere you go lol but there’s something about being in a Muslim country that just makes you happy. Saying salaam to everyone becomes your favourite word, as does ‘khalas’ and trying your hardest to pull out whatever arabic you know which often results in “….sorry only English!” It also doesn’t help when people mistake you for an Arab and stop you on the street to ask for directions, but then they laugh, and you laugh, and that’s the end of that!
School has also started, both for myself and my students, but that’s another post in and of itself!
salams ’til then xo.