1-Nothing on top of nothing

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I spent 16 years in the Middle East where I met the most amazing people and experienced the most unique things. I do miss many aspects of life in Saudi, mostly the friends and all of the rich culture. I lived in Saudi neighborhoods with the locals, in an apartment downtown and on Western compounds where we had the best that life had to offer. My time there had highs and lows, although the good times far out weighed the bad. I learned so much and this experience enriched my life and made me who I am today. The following post is about the “beginning” which proved to be a difficult time.

As we walked up the cement stairs to the second floor,  crunch…. crunch and another crunch. The sound of crispy, dried out cockroach remnants crunched below our feet. The smell of bug spray in the extreme heat and the smell of cement or old tile or something, a smell I never figured out.

My 18 month old wiggled out of my arms and tried to walk up the last few stairs. I let her down to ease the pressure on my legs and arms. After 25 hours the journey wore on my sagging belly. My whole body ached and seemed to throb through the unrelenting heat. My mother had warned me about taking such a grueling trip while 8 months pregnant. But, I had already delivered 4 babies successfully and needed to make this trip now. A job was waiting and it was my duty to follow.  I day dreamed of this new life, things would go back to how they had been. Those sweet memories still lingered in my mind and I searched for them and recreated them whenever I could.

We had lived in Seattle with remnants of furniture left behind when friends went back home, wherever that might be. We had collected a couch sectional, a queen bed and some pads on the floor. My parents supplied shades for the house we purchased, they also ended up giving us their couches a few years later. The kitchen floor laminate was a 60’s pattern of orange and brown boxes which was ugly, but served the purpose of hiding holes throughout. The house was modest but a cute little abode for a young, growing family. I day dreamed about this new life for my kids, a nice shiny home or apartment, new appliances and full furniture. I heard many times, we are only temporary here, temporary, later, later…… so I just knew that this was it, this was the later I had waited for I felt it was the beginning of our new life, a happier and more successful life. I would work hard to be the best mother, wife and person.

I day dreamed about this new life for weeks. We would have a new, shiny apartment with white counter tops, modern appliances, the latest and best. A comfortable queen size bed for a tired, weary mom. My children would have bunk beds, desks and dressers to put all of their clothing. A play room with toys and games. I cooked from scratch because this was the best way, I blanched tomatoes, made my own BBQ sauce and did everything I could to be my best. So, nice, new appliances that could enhance my cooking skills, this was what awaited me. My children would go to school in a clean and positive atmosphere. They would be taught by Amu (endearing term for father’s friends). Up until this point my kids were home schooled.  But now they would be taught Arabic, they would have the best education and would be able to socialize with other children. It would be safe, warm and what we had wanted……..

My children ranged in age from 6 years to 18 months. So, I would be delivering this baby before my oldest son turned 7. That meant 5 deliveries in 6 years. After having my first baby I found my calling, being a mom. I looked at their beautiful and angelic faces. All sweetness and hope, they exuded every quality I admired, these children I treasured. I did anything I could to protect them and love them, like all mothers that was my mission, my life. When I was younger I had planned to go on the road as a Jazz singer, that was my calling.  But, life has twists and turns that we do not always plan or orchestrate.

As we made our way to the top of the stairs a large brown door stood before us. It was clear it had been painted a dull brown in a hurry, most likely hours before we arrived. The two doors met in the middle and overlapped. There were cracks and holes in between the sections. This would later prove to be an entrance for lizards and cockroaches. The doors opened and the inside exposed a hall, indoor outdoor black carpet, walls that were a tan color with specks of white and brown. Lines traced the places where people had lived, their t.v., cupboards and things real people buy to….. live. The lines were ominous, they stood like neon lights pointing to the challenges we would face for years to come.

The living room was an average size, in the left hand corner close to the ceiling, a window. The window was unrecognizable as a window, it was made of brown textured plastic. It slid open to expose bars on the outside. What these bars were for, I never knew. We were on the second floor so the bars appeared to serve no purpose except as a subtle reminder. Next to the window was a large piece of plywood, it was hammered against a gaping hole. Nails do not work too well with cement so it was barely in it’s place. This is where an air conditioner might have been, but was not.

There were two bedrooms, each room was well duplicated and interchangeable with the next, black indoor outdoor carpeting, and a hole covered by plywood. I gazed around the room, exhausted from the 25 hours of flights and layovers. Any where would be fine, a bed, a mat, a pillow a blanket. But none of those were present in any room. a house full of…. nothing.

The last room was large and tiled, a sink stood at the end of the room. There were no cupboards, no appliances, more nothing.

And so our journey began.

64 thoughts on “1-Nothing on top of nothing

  1. I have finally made it here after all your loyal following. You are a great storyteller. I have to admire you having nine children and being a fascinating cook. I have two daughters and that’s enough for me. Can I use the excuse that I have a hectic career? Great post. Best. Chevvy

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  2. You have successfully sucked me in. Your writing is terrific. What an experience already, and a huge change for you and you children. I wish I had the time to read all of these right now, but I will get to them.

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    1. Please keep in contact you are a light for me!! noone understands why? Why stay but I was busy having these awesome kids, raising them and felt everything was my fault! thanks so much!!!!!! do you have more of your story ?

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      1. Oh my! This really excites me, because I DO understand. It was always my fault too, or at least that’s what I thought. He was so wonderful, so what was I doing wrong? Crazy… I will definitely keep in contact. My email is mewhoami77@yahoo.com if you want to write too. Maybe I should write more of my story.

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  3. I have just read one post of your time in Saudi Arabia, but I want to come back and read more. You have such a gift for writing. I am sorry for the difficulties you experienced in this post. I appreciate you sharing it with us.

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  4. I have some very lean year chapters in my life also, and you inspire me with your ability to so honestly speak of yours. I think the importance of this is that it can be reassuring to anyone in their ‘lean life chapters’ that our lives are long and open to many changes for the better. Excellent series you are undertaking.

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  5. In your Gravatar you not mentioned your blog.
    In some of your posts we do not find the comment box.
    I think you may see to that, to have more people to share your culinary capacities and a wonderful courageous life that you have lived and are living.
    Shiva

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  6. Wanted to start reading from the very beginning, Lynn. Wow, such huge changes from your life in America! You are an incredibly talented writer — I feel as though I’m climbing up the steps with you and walking through the apartment.

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      1. I was so tired, 8 months pregnant, had spent hours awake, Foof on my lap, the floor, I was contracting, so I just wanted a bed! But no bed, no pillows, no water, no nothing, looking back it was bizarre!!!

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  7. I can feel the travail, the despondency, the impression upon the soul. I imagine there is some kind of comfort that all that is in the past. It’s too early for me to conceive what led you guys there (military???). But it appears to be quite purposeful thus far. Good post.

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  8. Hey Lynz,
    Your life has been very tough from what I have read.I am so happy you fought all the obstacles,and reached where you are today.My problems seem petty in front of yours.I feel the need to be braver after reading your stories.You truly are an inspiration for many.Thank you for sharing your life story.
    Just reading your memoirs made me sad.A new place,and all the kids,and the other problems.But you made it through.And seem to have found peace with all f it.I am happy you have moved back to the U.S now.I hope you are doing well….Take care 🙂
    Love your blog.And the recipes and pictures are mouth watering.
    Happy blogging 🙂

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  9. What a sad and exhausting start to your new life. You are a very strong woman to have survived so much disappointment and still maintain such a positive outlook. Thanks for taking the time to post this at the Senior Salon. I know you are extremely busy right now.

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  10. I don’t know if this is the beginning, it seems I’ve missed some history of what you may have written about how you met your husband or events leading up to moving.. but I’m hooked.. You have extreme talent in writing and I already know this memoir should be a novel in the forefront of bookstores..

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  11. You are kind to freely share.. and thank you for the starting point.. can you give me the next 10 posts in order ? If I can’t see some or any, I’ll ask for the links as needed, ok ?

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      1. Readers are selfish and are the writer’s goal to inspire to read their work.. And you do an excellent job of placing the reader in your shoes and relating to a life that is otherwise an alien experience to most readers.. It becomes an experience to the reader with you as the proxy.. I’m serious that this should be a novel.. I think there’s a good market for it in this time in history.. I hope you might consider making a profit for basically pouring your life, experiences, tears of joys and sorrows in a written account.. Free is always nice.. But offering your talent in a wonderful book to the world at a reasonable price is nice too.. Well, that’s my two cents on the matter anyhow.. 😊

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    1. ok maybe this is the problem, under that in this weird format on a phone are the topics, so that tab has nothing but the ones underneath, morning villa, make do, then a crosswalk is a beautiful thing.let me know if those work for you pan

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