I miss Egypt. This is not to say I regret coming home in December. I am, in fact, very happy that I returned. But at the same time, I find myself sort of disconnected back in the States. I'll catch myself missing the streets, missing the food and the people and the frustration that came with living in Alexandria. Walking up to breakfast yesterday (seven in the morning, with no one else around) I had nostalgic flashbacks to walking to class in Egypt. Looking around I saw no trash, and the little traffic that came by obeyed traffic laws and stopped for me to cross the street. Our buildings are all nice and orderly, old stone structures that give off the quaint New England vibe that Midd so enthusiastically markets. Everything functions the way it should.
It's so different. I miss that difference.
I still feel a little confused about my time overseas. I'm not like Chelsea -- I don't dwell on it. There were some pretty dark moments there, and I'm not proud of everything, but it's a life-shaping experience and I think I walked away from it in a good way. My thoughts are nebulous, bemused, and probably not too coherent, so I'm not going to try and write them out.
Next stop, however, might be Afghanistan. I've asked S and Bilal for some advice. We'll see if it pans out. Otherwise, I might go back to Turkey.
As a closing note, Eman Khader is coming to be Midd's Arabic TA next year. W'allahe, she will be in for a big surprise.
another truckstop on the way another game that I can play another word I learn to say
another blasted customs post another bloody foreign coast another set of scars to boast
WE ARE THE ROAD CREW
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