I can still remember my first few weeks in Dubai. Engrossed by the indifference that wrapped my whole being, it took a long time before I finally realized that I would be staying in a faraway place for a relatively long time. And when homesickness finally struck me, there was never a day that I did not wish of being home. The memory is still vivid in my head. I was riding a bus full of strangers where the only female specie was myself. ‘I would remember this day,’ I told myself. ‘When I get home I would remember this very moment, the very first time that I planned to go home’ Though at first it was so hard for me to adjust, I gradually considered this city to be my second home. For a number of reasons, I was able to achieve the peace of mind that I have always wanted. I was free and calm. I was happy even though I was tired. I experienced all kinds of pressures and stress but still I was happy… to the point of not wanting to go back home. At the back of my mind, I knew that I sti