I saw one lovely apartment in Salaam, courtesy of My Favorite Realtor, Zamina. It was grand and OTT and huge, but the problem was that the owner lived on the other side of the wall, right smack next door.
Sidebar: If you are looking for an apartment, call Zamina at 99464866. Someone should take that apartment. It has 3 bedrooms, huge balcony terrace outside, very good/private separated rooms and long hallways, enormous maid's room and bathroom, and a huge kitchen. It isn't exactly my taste - not simple. HUGE crystal chandeliers and oddly decorated (nothing you can paint over or try to re-arrange). Ok, the shit is tacky.... just sayin. But it is still a great living space.
I saw another one in Salwa that would have been suitable - had it not been for the tear-down. Why do people SHOW apartments when they are in a state of destruction? Literally - the entire tiled floored surface of the place was torn out. The light fixtures were torn out (although you could tell it used to be a F flat by the lighting system and a few other details). "Oh, don't worry, madame. That will be fixed by the time you move in." Really? Seriously? And you couldn't have swept up the 3" cockroach in the middle of the living room? (They thought that my question was hilarious. NOT!) What is WRONG with people? Also, as soon as they saw the blonde, they called back and said that the apartment was going to be 50KD more than they had told me when they showed it to me. Apparently, you pay more for the roaches. KMA mofos. You have no idea...
Another little ditty along those lines.... Saw an apartment (in 2008) in a new building in Maidan Hawalli. Nice looking building. Centrally located. All new. I walked into the apartment and (get this shit - I can't make it up): someone had sprayed the place with machine gun fire. Every wall. Straight lines (obviously someone who knew how to hold a gun). I'm like, "Dude! Who died here?" Again... here comes that South-O-The-Pyramid's line, "Oh, don't worry, madame. That will be fixed by the time you move in." Really? Seriously? I couldn't run fast enough (in heels) to get out of there.
Anyways, I'm holding out for the right apartment. It will come. I have no doubt.
I moved some of my furniture to the farm to my room there, so I have a little piece of home. It is more like a nun's cell (as if!) but I have my things and my space and that makes me happy.
I took Mikey to the beach this weekend. He had a great time chasing waves and running up and down. He's staying with the 2 angel friends at Dogs Spa Hotel (9494-0004 or Instagram @dogs_spa_hotel) and they're not only caring for him, but socializing him with other dogs and training him. He got to visit his girlfriend, Lucy, this weekend at our farm also. He gave me lots of dog hugs and was constantly aware of where I was. Desert Dawg is with another angel down in Mahboula (or Mangaf - not sure and I always get that area confused). My friend, SalonGirl, has known Desert Dawg since she (DD) was a puppy. I know she's in good hands. I miss my kids.
I've been a little vulnerable during this whole trauma and I may not have been thinking clearly. I put my trust (again) in a man who has done me wrong in the past and again - he proved himself unworthy and walked away. Sometimes you just want someone next to you to give you a hug and tell you that everything is going to be ok. I didn't get a hug. I didn't get a goodbye even. Just left again. (Wish you well and hope you find what you are looking for, my Lost Boy. I fear for your regrets down the line, but there's nothing more I can do to help you.)
When this kind of destruction happens in your life, you immediately become aware of who your friends are; and who are not. I hate being taught that lesson. Sometimes you would rather just leave people as "acquaintances" and not consider them friends and learn that they are not. Some people are just there to kick you when you're down. Some are holding you up and giving you comfort.
I kind of had a meltdown at the farm the other night - in front of my real friends who have never seen me cry before. Two of them (and one was a man) started crying with me. I ended up consoling them. If I hear one more person tell me, "You're strong..." I am going to whoop somebody's ass. Even strong people have their limits. My limits have been reached and exceeded. One of my little goats even died during all this.
My real friends keep telling me how blessed I am (and I am blessed, Thank You, God!). Because God is closing doors to open others. He is showing me things and teaching me things and helping me help other people (I hope).
What is weird is that I have slept so well every night since all of this happened. I can't explain it because usually under a lot of stress I can't sleep, but OMG - I'm doing so well in that regard. I still look like crap, but that's to be expected (having some work done as soon as I can get back to the States! Woo hooo.)
Anyhooser, enough gloom. It's another beautiful day in Kuwait. The sun is shining. I'm having a good hair day. I'm sippin on a vanilla soy latte (iced) and I'm going to kick some contracting butt at work now.
Have a blessed day, everybody.