[This is part of the series: A List of Things I Remember About Living In Saudi Arabia.]
I remember the first night we arrived in Saudi Arabia.
My dad picked my mom and I up from the airport in Jeddah.
It felt like a different world. A blur of sights and sounds.
We drove the three hours back to the Al-Gaim compound in Taif in an old dusty brown Suburban, and arrived sometime in the early morning hours.
It was still dark.
I tried to walk the twenty steps from the car to the door of our new home barefoot, but my dad stopped me with a stern warning about scorpions.
The warning seemed ridiculous. It was ridiculous.
But now that I have kids, I know I would have done the same.
I lay in my new bed with butterflies in my stomach about the possibilities ahead of me.