I thought I was ready. I mean I had been packed for three weeks. My friend, Christy, had even helped air seal all my clothes to fit the most I could into two suitcases. Yes, TWO suitcases, to move across the world.
But, around 3:00 a.m. the day of departure I could not sleep. I went out to the living room and dumped out both 55-pound suitcases (they had been weighed and reweighed several times to get optimal poundage). I started to repack. Or unpack, I should say.
They have shampoo and toothpaste and shoes in Ras Al Khaimah, right? Well that’s what my dad kept telling me for three weeks as I packed my Nexxus and Dove shower gel, and he’s been there you know (that’s sarcasm for those who don’t know me).
They better have it, because I just left it all behind. And those who have been to Dubai and Ras Al Khaimah, stop laughing. I get it!
You can buy pretty much anything in the UAE that you can buy in the states. Except, I never found John Frieda hair dye to cover the grays. And I couldn’t get Advocare (my health supplement of choice) although they do have GNC. Oh and good shampoo. Paul Mitchell and Nexxus; where are you? You’re missing a whole market here. Have you seen the beautiful amounts of thick hair under those Abayas?
Therefore, after purging most of what I thought were essentials, I departed with two suitcases--one of them even qualifying as a carryon--to start a new life abroad. And everything turned out just fine.