I live in the Middle East in a modern city called Dubai, along with 2 million plus other people. A glitzy cosmopolitan hub famed for, amongst other things, the tallest building in the world and situated on the Persian Gulf, Dubai is one of the seven emirates (states/provinces) making up the United Arab Emirates. It has a vast variation in demographics with 200 different nationalities all living and working together. Add to that around 10 million visitors a year and you have a huge mass of humanity that don’t really belong and are just aliens passing through – however long that takes. I am not a native Emirati and nor are 90 percent of the population, leaving just ten percent as local citizens. We, the 90 percent,  are commonly known as expats. We have no heritage here and no heritage mostly means no extended family (if any at all), which can equate to zero automatic community and a scanty or absent support system.


My husband Lincoln and I have lived here for eight years, the first five without our family and the other three, oh joy of joys, with our children twenty minutes down the road. They followed us to seek their fortunes and favour in this land-of-sand, as do most. And for that we are so grateful as this is not the norm.


Being and expat can be hard and lonely. Being an expat in such a diverse culture and in a place thats is often referred to as a city without a soul is even harder and lonelier. Language and customs create barriers. Social systems separate. Long work hours fatigue and a longing for home and the familiar tribe isolate and then insulate in a world of what’s apps, skype and facebook.

I know this stuff. I speak from experience.

As I said yes (along with 1500 other wannabe bloggers) to the “Write for 31 days” challenge that fills every day in October, I’ll be looking for 30 ish ways to make a connection in my community.  And then writing about it.


I have no idea how this will work out, but hey ho and away we go!  I love surprises and seldom know the beginning from the end.

Here’s hoping you, my blog reading community, will come along for the ride and maybe, just maybe, be inspired to do the same in some or small way in your own special space.

Where ever in the world that may be.

Welcome and please feel free to click on and read each days writing below.

Community is connecting. Community is caring. Community is care-full.

Day 1:  Welcome

Day 2:  Head over wheels in love

Day 3:  Meet these men

Day 4:  So much to learn

Day 5:  Cupcakes in the toilet

Day 6:  Talking to Truckers

Day 7:  I am Malala

Day 8:  Does the sun move around the earth?

Day 9:  A dash of lemon and some salt

Day 10: Community Cupcaking

Day 11:  Dear New Mommy

Day 12:  Beautiful Belles

Day 13:  Full of Hope and Glory

Day 14:  It’s not ok

Day 15:  The bigger picture

Day 16:  Hello, Howzit and kissamee quick Saffa

Day 17:  A whole lot of sweetness and colour on top

Day 18:  Sweet Sami

Day 20: Meet my Man

Day 21: Facebook – I LIKE!

Day 22:  That stare was not there

Day 23:  Sweeping the Streets

Day 24: Of Sutures and Surgeons

Day 25:  News flash

Day 26: Nailed it

Day 28:  Deliveries on Demand

Day 29:  A little time in learning

Day 30: If they come they have to go

Day 31:  After all is said and done….go be a cupcake