Finally recovered from what seems like a month of jet lag and coming down from a week long high which involved travel to two new countries, transitioning back to work and receiving additional exciting news, today on my way down to a place my husband and I call the ‘Sunday Blues,’ I started editing a manuscript. This project is special to me, because it’s the last of its kind. I’ve had fun in the land of young adult, but I’m looking forward to my progression towards entertaining different audiences next year. As I look over the red ink, white paper, and stark black Times New Roman in front of me, it occurs to me that the pages represent a number of different things: my inability to let projects go unfinished (even, perhaps, when they should be), my connection to something I’ve built from nothing over the past six years, and end of an era that eventually had to arrive.
Is that not an allegory for me? The ex-pat who doesn’t easily let things go, likes things her way and for whom change is difficult.
I sit as I always do, cross-legged, on the couch in a new apartment building 19 floors up overlooking multiple construction projects – my adoptive country’s race towards progress. In the background, the sounds of a new season of English Premier League soccer announce Saturday afternoons as usual in our household. There are multiple screens of various screens open on my trusty MacBook Pro. My cats sleep peacefully in their usual spots. This is a place of peace. This is home. No matter where in the world I am (and this book has been crafted on three continents), I know this place. I trust it.
I settle in to read the words I wrote years ago and, as when I first started, hope they are good enough.
About the author: Ann Benjamin is an author who resides in Doha, Qatar. She's been an ex-pat since 2007. Visit her blog, here, or follow her on Twitter.