Since I started writing this abruptly in my excitement of the Dubai Metro opening last night, I did not give any sort of explanation as to the what, when, where, or how, of me becoming an American living in Dubai. While I don't anticipate anyone that I don't know (or who isn't friends with my Mom...) reading this, given my obsessive compulsive tendencies, I did not think I could really begin any sort of online journal without at least setting the stage.
I moved to Dubai on Friday, September 4, 2009, with my lovely boyfriend of 6.5 years, Jared. We came to move here because Jared has been employed by a boutique corporate law firm based in Dubai for the last two years. Jared is a year older than me and graduated law school the year before me. When he graduated he did not have a job lined up, so one of his professors asked him if he'd be interested in doing an internship at the firm of a former colleague of his in Dubai. It started out as a 3 month internship (during my third year at the New England School of Law), but after one month they liked Jared so much that they offered him a permanent associate position, and he's been there ever since.
He lived in Dubai from August 2007 until September 2008 without me, but moved home to Boston last September after I graduated from law school and began working for the Massachusetts Juvenile Court. His firm did not want to let him go, so they offered him the opportunity to continue working for the firm remotely. So Jared worked remotely for the last year, and then we decided, given the current economic climate in the US (and particularly the Boston legal market) that we might as well give Dubai a try, together this time.
So brings me to my current position of living in Dubai. I quit my job with the court and decided to go for it, so here I am living in a hotel in Dubai for the time being, but very excited to be here.
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