ABSTRACT
It is early evening in mid-February in Sharjah, United Arab Emirates. I am sitting at my desk, alone in my campus apartment, still wearing the work clothes from earlier in the day. It is an unusual place, my new home of three years, a quiet, clinical oasis tucked back into the desert, away from the bustle of the coastal metropolis of Dubai/Sharjah/Ajman. I have been struggling with doing research and writing lately. I have been reading Suresh Canagarajah’s (2012) autoethnographic study.
