I’m standing at my manager’s door about to knock. I’m hesitating. This is it I guess. Here goes nothing.

*Knock Knock Knock*

“Come in!”

I step inside. He’s at his desk, and he doesn’t even glance at me as I walk in. His eyes are glued to his laptop screen. He’s absorbed either in a highly important Email, or a dumb YouTube video. I’d put my money on the second.

“Do you have a few minutes? I need to talk to you about something”. I’m trying to throw some urgency in my voice tone.

“Have a seat” – his eyes are still glued to the screen.

I’m used to this kind of treatment from him. As much as I admire his work ethic (he always gets his job done, YouTube or not), his distant attitude with his team puts me off.

It’s all good though. I’m about to drop a bomb shell.

“I’m leaving the country. For good.”

……………………………………………………………………..

The result of my interview in Dubai had come through. They said they liked me. They offered me a good position and I accepted it. So simple, so quick. but also, so life-changing . I love it.

I’ve lived in Riyadh for a good 15 years of my life. In my mind I think of it as home, more so than my real hometown. My family and best friends are all here.  But I’m heading out on a Final Exit Visa. (“Final exit”..pretty dramatic name for a visa, eh?)

No turning back after I leave. I’m going out on a limb. Excitement.

At the time of writing this though, I’m still not feeling anything. Guess the whole idea hasn’t sunk in yet.  I’m in waiting mode now. Waiting to see what the next chapter will bring, as the story of my life unfolds.

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