Living in the bizarro bubble of Doha has fed a sense of constant floating between identities and locales … yet never really being someone, somewhere, someTHING or truly belonging anywhere.
God bless those who still show up for me, for lately i am but a ghost, mostly.
I miss the movement of people and the stillness of being quiet in a room where some one else is.
The life of an expat is inherently isolating. But when the whole earth is losing her familiar strings that tie here together, am i wasting energy even trying to fasten some?
