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The taste of sadness

A friend was visiting from Dubai and she gave us a box of Choco-Dates. Choco-Dates are an almond wrapped in a date wrapped in chocolate, and they are delicious. They are kind of like a Snickers bar, but better (and better for you).

The thing is, though, that Choco-Dates taste like sadness to me. When I came here ahead of my family in August, it took me several days to work up the courage to go to a grocery store to buy food. All I had to eat in the meantime was a bag of Goldfish and a box of Choco-Dates I'd bought at DXB. What I didn't have was an appetite. I remember a few days where I literally only ate a handful of Goldfish and three Choco-Dates the whole day.

So I enjoyed eating some Choco-Dates from our friend the other day, and while they were delicious, they tasted like sadness. They will always remind me of being here by myself, missing my family, feeling disoriented and jet-lagged and overwhelmed.

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