I spent 12 hours and 40 minutes on that plane!

Thats Washington DC in Arabic!

I'm guessing thats my room?

Pomegranate Water!

Our refriderator wasn't working correctly at first so when I stuck the bottle in there it because like a slushy!

I love my firefighter ducky!

50 stairs from the main level to the roof top terace

My view from the top

The best time to be on the roof is right after the sun goes down, so its not too hot!

This is the view from my bedroom

Thats all the grass we get

The famous 2022 soccer stadium.  Its being built in pieces so thats the top half I think

Every Cloud has a Silver Lining

Patience is not the ability to wait, but the ability to keep a good attitude while waiting.
G-d works in mysterious ways :) and I Love Him for it!  If you couldn't tell my move has been delayed Again do to construction.  Anyway the day I was supposed to move, the weekend of the 30th, I woke up with a really bad tooth ache, it turns out that I will need a root canal.  I feel blessed that my move was delayed, because now I can get my tooth fixed at home, rather then in a foreign country.  Also I would have had a 12 hour flight with a tooth ache, and I can guarantee you the person sitting next to me would have thrown me off the plane due to all my whining.  I'm sure Qatar has some great health offices, I would just rather not use them while I am over there.
Also Everyone (yeah you know who you are) keeps asking me how I feel about the delay.  I believe everything happens for a reason, everything is planned for us and there are really no coincidences in life.  So I take this situation as a test to see how I will respond to it, and just like I opened this post with the quote about the ability to wait, all I can do is think positively and not get anxious.  Also if you all wanna help me stay positive, Stop asking me how I feel.
I googled positive posters and the 2 I posted were the only ones I liked.

Freedom is Sweet :)

So I wanted to take a clock with me that I can always keep on East Coast Time.  I wanted something with an American flag or something Americana!  After a little time spent on the Internet I found the BEST Clock Ever!!!  A Red, White and Blue Cupcake :)

Skydiving Metaphor~

The only way I can describe this process of moving to the Middle East is comparing it to skydiving!  Its normal to experience fear when jumping out of a plane and everyone always asks me if I am scared of skydiving.  My reply is “ Kind of, but not really”.  The only time I experience fear is about 1 minute before I jump! 

When I am at the drop zone and waiting to get on the plane, I feel calm. I am going over my moves in my head, practicing pulling my ripcord, and going over emergency plans incase anything does go wrong.  But for the most part I try and keep myself level headed before I board the plane.  No pilot wants someone to freak out mid takeoff!  Then as I walk to the plane my heart starts to beat faster and my hands start to shake just a little.  But once I sit down in the plane I clam myself down again.  After a 15 minute ride up the jump coach opens the latch of the door to the plane and the door slams onto the outside of the plane, and awakes me from my time of meditation!  My eyes grow big as I walk to the door, I can feel my heart beating out of my chest, I think it even skips a couple beats.  As I get up to get my gear ready, I think to myself “Why are you doing this?  Are you really gonna jump out of a plane?  What is wrong with you? Why? Why? Why?  Then as I aproach the door I say to myself, “there’s no turning back now”. 

Soooooo I jump! And all that fear fades away.  There is no time to think or feel fear.  My senses become more alert.  I can only think of my turns and making sure I pull my ripcord at the correct time!  My heart is not racing because of the fear now, but because of the adrenaline!

 So that brings me to the process of my move.  The last 2 months people ask me, am I scared?  And I reply No, not really.  I jumped at this opportunity, without giving it a second thought.   I know this is Gods will, and what ever happens I will rejoice in the outcome, good or bad.  However lately I am at the phase where I am walking to the airplane and my heart is starting to beat a bit faster and the fear is starting to creep in.  I’m dreaming for the day I land in Qatar, the adrenaline kicks in and the fear subsides!