There I was, after 2 months of sending papers back and forth, waiting for the Airline to send me notifications of my DOJ ( Date of Joining) and a serious case of jitters. I finally received a One-Way Ticket that will let me embark on 20hrs of traveling via Houston to my final destination Doha, Qatar.
I remember the time I landed into Doha and stepped out of that enormous metal bird, which I know identify as a Boeing 777-300. I was wearing reading glasses which I used to watch movies, the humidity suddenly covered my lenses and I was unable to see for a few seconds. The air was so sticky that I felt it right in my lungs.
Once at the arrivals, there was a lady with a board filled with names. I quickly identified mine and joined the group. We were about 10 girls, some of us had a farther journey than others. We looked like a committee from the United Nations, so diverse…
We got our suitcases, a welcome bonus and a paper that stated our new flat mates. To my surprise, mine was from Mexico so I quickly felt calm since I wouldn’t have to struggle in getting along with her.
We reached our compound. It’s name was “My City” it was a girls only accommodation. Six buildings, a common gym and a roofed pool (unfortunately). Our apartment was 2 bedroom with 1 and a half bathrooms, a medium sized living room and a small kitchen. Yes we had to share the shower, it sounds crazy but we managed.
Everything was brand new, we got cutlery, plates, glasses, towels, sheets & pillows. Later on we just customized the rooms according to our taste. One thing I must say is, don’t go wild with the decoration and other things, because when it’s time to leave, you’ll end up with a bunch of unnecessary things! LESS is definitely MORE!
It was time to decompress from that 16.5 hour trip and relax. Looking out through my window all I could see was sand, a few not maintained buildings and at far the majestic area of West Bay, where all the fancy buildings of Doha are. At that moment lots of thoughts crossed my mind, what if I don’t like it here?, how will I survive being so far?, I don’t know anyone, Will I feel lonely?…
There I was a girl from Central America, who was about to spend her first night of many in an Arabic Country.