When people ask me how I’m finding Dubai, my answer — for about nine months out of the year — is:hot. Dubai is a place where sandstorms sweep in from the desert, blanketing the cloud-grazing skyline in dust and swallowing up its sparkle. It’s a place where winter weather means highs of 79 degrees Fahrenheit and umbrellas are used to shield against thesuninstead of rain. Many expats rave about how living here feels like being on vacation every day, though as a New Yorker who splits time between Dubai and Paris, I find the constant sun to be a bitTruman Show-esque in its year-round shine. I’ve also found myself adjusting my wardrobe to follow suit.