exhausted

i have not had a pleasant day.

i am not going to write about it because i'm sick of this being a dumping ground for all of my negative experiences.

suffice it to say there are days when living here feels like walking among the living dead. people are going through the motions but to what end? life is something to be bitter about, and what the hell am i doing here smiling?

i am exhausted.
i am losing motivation.
7 months to soul restoration and all things familiar and challenges in my own country.
i have never been so proud to be an american.

on world peace and blog posting

apparently, checking back into this blog- the same one i ignored for well over a month- has inspired me not to write more, no, but instead to share with you all just a few things my eyes are touring while the days drag by.

behold, one of the scariest posts i've read in a while from author steve coll. i was first introduced to coll's writing this spring when his book ghost wars fell into my lap. i was transfixed for a good couple of weeks (it's a dense 600 pages, give me a break) by how concisely and expertly he seemed to recount in this book the lead up to current climate of afghanistan. i would never have pegged myself as the type to be consumed by a lengthy account of historical progressions between the soviet union and the islamic world... but, well... it was fabulously interesting.


i certainly don't want to change channels and go all political on you. however, i was struck by how little i stop to comprehend the possibilities inherent in things going really wrong over there when i'm making my daily choice not to think about that part of the world.

it's terrifying to think we all know people who might be headed that direction to serve this country. ugh... i think that's the real reason i tune out the words "afghanistan" and "more troops" as quickly as possible. but it's equally as terrifying to think someday this whole "issue" could be something i don't have the luxury of ignoring while i tune into the third episode of grey's anatomy for the day.

oh world peace. how do we find you?

20 years later

i stumbled across this article this morning... after a week of reading and listening to conversations about what the anniversary means (or does not mean) to people around me.

click here to read the article, which does a nice job summarizing what i've heard in the time we've been here.

hi everyone.

i am still alive.

time is still moving.

i haven't much to say other than my patience is waning.

coming off an (almost) two week flu vacation that was much-needed and has made me completely stir crazy.

making tortillas and cookies and pumpkin bread to fill time and exploring the logistics of bulgarian fuses/fuse boxes in more depth than i care to.

thanks for your continued support. i am not sure if i have much more to say here about this experience.

i suppose only time will tell... and right now time is passing by quietly, leaving me feeling silent as well.

love from me to you all.