Let's face it we humans don't deal well with change. Once we have developed some sort of consistency or routine in our life it takes more than a crowbar to pry us out of said routine.
Still drunk, still high, and maybe, just maybe an hour of sleep this morning. Waking up was the W of the new year and now I was off to the airport. Checked in, aisle seat secured and trying to force myself to vomit. Alas, I had no luck what so ever. The aisle seat was tremendous and I crashed all the way to Cancun. So far so good right? HONKKKKKKKKK! A 2-hour line at the rental car. I bided my time by eating almonds and trying to figure out how to turn my phone on.
Do you remember the scene in the Matrix when Neo is having the robotic insect pulled out of his belly button? Now imagine it’s not the belly button, and you are awake watching as this is being performed live on the screen in front of you.
It’s over! I never thought I would be expressing these feelings with a bit of dismay, sadness, and nostalgia. Kuwait is a place I never imagined in my wildest dreams I would have ever ended up. Yet all it took was an email about basketball to get me there. The place grew on me though and its a place I know I can always call home. I made friendships and connections that I know won’t end with me leaving.