One can easily get lost living in the city of Dubai, which does seem a growing and evolving mutant blob, sometimes sure and yet still unsure of how it wants to take shape. Buildings are torn down and, at the same time, pop up like mushrooms. One is never too sure on government laws and processes. Highways and byways expand and contract, change names and even direction from left to right, over and under, even round and round.
Expats, like myself, do try very hard, banging our heads against a wall, to make sense of the constant state of change, especially when then there are things (loads of things) that do not or seem to not make any sense at all. Every waking day, stepping out of bed, feels like I slip and slide down through a rabbit hole, enter a parallel universe that is deceptively real and yet just plain nonsense after scratching through the surface. Every waking day, I pinch and slap myself to get myself out of this Wonderland “Did that really happen? Or was I dreaming? Am I still dreaming? Or is this a nightmare? Why? Why? Why? WHY THE HELL?!?”
The little voice inside my head asks “Why not? Why the hell not?” And it barks back “There is a better way of doing things. I think that ideally this is the way things are done…well, what the heck! Who cares?!?” The internal conversation goes on and on and on, a heated debate between three parties: personal values & principles from upbringing and experience and the fundamental need for sustained and, more importantly, stress-free survival.
But I’ve made a firm decision to keep my sanity to just roll with the punches, not to be carried away with that of this city’s, but my own, flexible yet strongly rooted in my being. As some veteran Dubai expats have nonchalantly declared “It is the way it is. There is nothing you can do about it. Just enjoy, get what you need and go.”
And last Easter Sunday, I enjoy I did. It was a celebration worthy of the Dubai nonsense style amongst bestest of friends an expat girl could ever have: lunch at Tomo, an authentic Japanese restaurant, housed in a Singapore chain decked in Egyptian inspired style. Did I just blurt out Japanese, Singaporean and Egyptian as a single and coherent thought? Sure did!
As each dish was set on the table, it reminded me of how there is so much beauty in simplicity.
As I bit into each dish, it reminded of me of how important it is to accept one’s roots and identity, being true to one’s self.
It was one of the best meals I’ve ever had in my life. And this is how I will roll, slowly taking what I need before someday, one day SOON be finally off to the next adventure.
Tomo Japanese Restaurant
17th floor, Raffles Hotel Dubai
Oud Metha (near Wafi Mall) Dubai
United Arab Emirates
Delirious about delicious,
P.S. Eternal thanks to Grace for introducing me to TOMO