Started in the UK having celebrated the old dear's 70th, then headed back to Dubai to basically see how long it would be in the then-current job before they laid me off. January was so bloody miserable I fecked off to Sri Lanka for a week or so in February to chill out on the beach and give the New Year another go when I got back! (didn't work, obviously - word of advice - don't travel if you're miserable, it's a waste of money).
Anyway the work hammer finally fell in March, which kicked off a three month notice period which was as tedious as they all are. All good, in terms of a nice smooth exit with full end-of-term pay-off etc but still a very sad end to a job that I had loved since 2014, and a good warning sign that the UAE was about to sink into a recession again.
Of course, the real news of that time of the year was in April when the shock-horror of my impending fatherhood was dropped on me by my ex-g/f who was staying with me since say February or so, on her last day in Dubai before moving back to Germany. What a total headfuck and one I took a lot of time to process, but we'll come onto that.
There were some fun aspects of the year, mainly travel-related. I met my parents in Barcelona in June to watch the Moto with the old man and have a long weekend with the old dear and my aunt, that was fun. Back in Dubai for a day then off to Tanzania for a long weekend for my mate's birthday, then back home to hide from the Dubai summer and the fact that I had to at some point man the fuck up and face the reality of the baby thang. Which I neglected to do until August, and killed the time inbetween with a week whale- and dolphin-watching near Durban, then rode a rental GS from Durban to Cape Town. Epic trip.
It was on the evening of my birthday in August when I finally realised I couldn't live with myself if I didn't take the reins in terms of being a dad and this marked a breakthrough for the year. On one long, semi-drunk but lucid Whatsapp chat, I agreed with my ex that she would have the nipper in ze Fatherland but would then move back to Dubai and we would raise our son.
The rest of the year has been fairly nondescript. The summer took a long time to fuck off so I used the time to get my PMP at long last (yeah I know, useless bollocks blah etc), few more trips away (UK, Sri Lanka). Some freelance work landed in my lap in November and that kept me pretty busy right up until I left for Germany on the 26th December. Rough day - spent a good deal of the flight to Munich blubbing like a little bitch and was in no state to drive on landing, so spent the night in an airport hotel, putting off the incredibly awkward reunion.
Which turned out to be nothing of the sort after the first 10 minutes. She's delighted I'm back in the frame as she'd been very lonely and unhappy (why the fuck didn't I come visit more often, I have no idea) and a trip I've been dreading like no other has turned into a very pleasant time so far, especially once my parents turned up and we've made it into a little holiday that we really needed.
So that's about it. Sorry for rambling but it's been a fucking nightmare that, fingers crossed, will be sorted and settled once Joshua (JJ) shows up, I can make sure both he and his mum are happy and I can head home and get ready for them moving back. Swapping the worry and anxiety for a bit of positive action at last - feels good. Even starting to look forward to the little ins and outs of normal life again, which when the shit hits the fan just seem totally irrelevant.
Happy New Year