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Walking off the airplane into the heat and uncertainty and ending that is Dubai, I was greeted by this reminder that sometimes, what you really need is your mom.

Especially when her name is Kate.

It reminded me that, no matter how many thousands of miles away from her I am, I can always give her a call. She'll answer with a, 'Hello, sweetie! What's happening?' and whether I dissolve into tears or giggles, she'll always listen. She won't always agree, but she'll always listen.

The King of Everything and I are moving back to DC. It's not necessarily what's best for the papa, but it's the best for me and the Boo at this point in our lives. I can best provide for him there, in the city I know best, with the support and love and infrastructure that is there. A one bedroom apartment in Dubai is running nearly $2000 these days. I'm sure I can swing a two bedroom, easy... NOT. The only plusses in Dubai's column are the French school's rates and the fabulous dentist we found. DC's side is overflowing with a richness of experience and friendship that Dubai hasn't got.

Been spending time with my friends, as I'll not see them again in all likelyhood. Add another piece to the heartbreak. I love this place. I love these people. I don't want to leave, but at this point in time, I've got to go. I can't guarantee my child's wellbeing here.

I am extremely ... there is this great big hole where all my future dreams once lay. I wonder what will fill that hole up again?