Visiting Oman

Oman isn't just where I used to live. It's where I grew up. Going back is a ritual.

The Texts

It always starts the same way. "If I come to Oman..." followed by friends losing their minds. "Come around June" — because summer is when everyone's free. And then when it actually happens: "JUST CAME TO OMAN" and suddenly everyone's making plans.

Why It Matters

I moved to Dubai but Oman never left me. The streets I grew up on, the friends who were there before anyone else — Palash, Ved, the whole crew. Every time I go back, it's like no time has passed. We pick up exactly where we left off.

The Feeling

There's something about going back to where you grew up that hits different. Dubai is home now, but Oman is home in a way that can't be replaced. The familiarity, the comfort, the way you know every corner of the neighborhood. That doesn't go away just because you moved.

The Cycle

Plan the trip. Hype it up in the group chat. Land in Oman. Meet everyone. Have the best few days ever. Leave. Start planning the next trip. Repeat forever.