I regret taking so long to write of my experiences her in Kuwait, yet the blur and bustle of my flurried flight to my new home caught me off guard. (It is funny, the last time I posted here I was working in Arab, AL and now I live in an Arabic-speaking country. How wonderfully ironic! On with the post...)
I was tired when my feet guided me off the plane as they followed the tattooed man who would be a mechanic for one of the wealthy Kuwaits. Greeted by a tall Dominican man (who would be my supervisor), I was escorted out to the parking lot, my bag carried by an over-zealous Indian baggage boy who refused to let me carry my own bag. (Though he didn't refuse the tip!)
As the airports automated glass doors slide open, my senses were stormed with the sights, smells, and sounds of my new home. The sky was brown, like mud smeared over glass. The heat (which doesn't bother me as much now...human adaptability is amazing) hit me like a wave accompanied my humidity that instantly caked my body in moisture. And the smell, was singularly unpleasant.
This was Kuwait. This was my new home. I quaked inside as I filled with both fear of the unknown and excitement of a new adventure. Yet, I believed then (and now) that God brought me here for a purpose. I don't know what it fully entails, but as my pastor says, "run hard after God." And so, by God's grace, I shall.
It has been three months since I've arrived and I have a lot to catch up on, as such. Yet, for now, al-salaamu 'alaykum!
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