Back Home - feelings

You know, the more I travel, the more getting home feels good. It's a strange feeling, everything gets opposite. Getting home has this feeling of knowing where you're going, and not having to expect anything. I had a good flight back yesterday from Doha to Paris. Very kindly, my mom came to pick me up, which is the kind of thing that reminds me I'm probably the youngest in this company... (and so what!). And then driving through these organized roads, knowing the way... it was just so easy and relaxing. Seeing my house, my stuff, not finding where I put it all away before leaving... it all feels "home" and warm.
It's since I travelled more often and for longer time that I started appreciating my country and town. Part of the time I hate Paris. It's a poluted city with stressed and stressful people. Too many places to go and actually none feeling like my own place... People are busy and at the same time not doing anything. Wasting time...
But when I go away, I start missing Paris, my friends, the metro and its music... And the best part is coming back. Paris is beautiful, any time of the year. Some parts are quiet, and in any case quieter than Doha. It's not that badly organized, especially coming back from the Middle East... and seeing friends and family again is so good. The metro feels strange... I feel people are different. Locked in some kind of life they have no control of. When I smile in the metro, people look at me as if I'm some kind of freak, or probably a tourist. People in Paris don't smile. But I do ! I'm glad to be here. Although I'll always be glad to leave. Life is so unpredictable that it's good to be ready for any opportunity.
Doha was a good experience in many ways. Life, love, work, event...
It was definitely less stressful than the World Cup in Germany, which is a good thing. And I did less hours, had some time off, managed to visit the city and country. Leaving in this huge appartment was great. I know I did complain a lot about the cleaning people not doing their work, but in the end for one month and a half it was ok. Leaving and working with my boyfriend was definitely a new and difficult experience, but we got through that quite well, and know each other much better now. It's a good feeling. I met some really nice people from all over the world that I definitely want to keep in touch with. Some also had great stories to tell, about other experiences, all over the world and in different events. It was really interesting. Work wise I learned especially about the organisation and work relations, as my work itself was not technically challenging. But we had a new person on the team and it was good to see how he reacted to this new environment, to the team work and all.
Life in Doha and Qataris were definitely the biggest challenges of this experience and we got through it well. I even bought an abbaya (the black dress/coat Qatari women wear) and wore it out for a dinner.

All together it was a good experience and a good travel. Happy to have been there and happy to be back too.
Next step: tell you more about the life there and upload my last pictures.