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Welp, I've decided to end my journey in Afghanistan. It's been very...interesting. I've learned so much, met so many people from all over the world. An amazing, once-in-a-lifetime experience really. But despite all the people I've met and cool stuff I've seen but very little can I talk about, I've decided it's time to go home. It's time to start having a life again. No more ridiculously, unnecessary strict rules. A life that involves a ratio of women to men closer to 1 or greater instead of close to zero.
It felt so free to give notice of me not re-signing my contract. I've gotten that year of experience I need to get a real job. I paid off my student loans and I'm debt free with plenty of spending money. Could I stay an extra four months? Yea, plus one of those months would be R&R. But sometimes I feel it's better to get out while I'm still ahead.
So I'm doing an extra few weeks as a favor to my company. Some extra pay, some extra vacation days I'll cash out. I just can't freaking wait to get home. Only a few more weeks then I'm on a plane out of here! Hopefully I don't get so drunk this time before my flight (I passed out before we took off out of our connecting location from the US and Afghanistan.).
Everyone's freaking out over this because I don't have any jobs lined up. Yea, it's a little tough, but I just don't care. I'll have more than enough money to live comfortably thanks to my amazing ability not to blow money on nothing. I just want to relax. Not have to spend my time worrying about anything. Spend time with my dogs talking them on walks. Spend time with my little cousins (I'm going to try to arrange a deal with their schools to let me surprise them in class when I get back.).
And I decided to do my New Zealand trip anyway. So for 24 nights, I will be in New Zealand, hanging with the kiwis. If you see a drunk American in February, assume it's me and introduce yourself. I need to just get away from places that involve stuff blowing up and away from the people I know that have tons of baggage and constantly are coming to me for help with every single problem.
After that, who knows? But damn does it feel good to know I'll be home soon (Barring some bastard terrorist shooting me while I'm flying or blowing me up.) and it can't come soon enough. Just wish I could see my family for Christmas but I guess we can't all get what we want, can we?
It felt so free to give notice of me not re-signing my contract. I've gotten that year of experience I need to get a real job. I paid off my student loans and I'm debt free with plenty of spending money. Could I stay an extra four months? Yea, plus one of those months would be R&R. But sometimes I feel it's better to get out while I'm still ahead.
So I'm doing an extra few weeks as a favor to my company. Some extra pay, some extra vacation days I'll cash out. I just can't freaking wait to get home. Only a few more weeks then I'm on a plane out of here! Hopefully I don't get so drunk this time before my flight (I passed out before we took off out of our connecting location from the US and Afghanistan.).
Everyone's freaking out over this because I don't have any jobs lined up. Yea, it's a little tough, but I just don't care. I'll have more than enough money to live comfortably thanks to my amazing ability not to blow money on nothing. I just want to relax. Not have to spend my time worrying about anything. Spend time with my dogs talking them on walks. Spend time with my little cousins (I'm going to try to arrange a deal with their schools to let me surprise them in class when I get back.).
And I decided to do my New Zealand trip anyway. So for 24 nights, I will be in New Zealand, hanging with the kiwis. If you see a drunk American in February, assume it's me and introduce yourself. I need to just get away from places that involve stuff blowing up and away from the people I know that have tons of baggage and constantly are coming to me for help with every single problem.
After that, who knows? But damn does it feel good to know I'll be home soon (Barring some bastard terrorist shooting me while I'm flying or blowing me up.) and it can't come soon enough. Just wish I could see my family for Christmas but I guess we can't all get what we want, can we?
. It's been two days and they told me to expect a call within 48 hours but my Afghan cell phone hasn't rang yet...Just can't be easy leaving.
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