I guess this would be a fair place to admit that I don't really remember how to blog (and probably a fair place for you to admit that I never really knew how to blog.) But it is a hot Saturday afternoon and I am left with nothing else to do, so I thought I'd dust this thing off.
I know what you're probably wanting me to talk about- the oft repeated "How was your mission?" question. Anybody who has been on a 2-year adventure in a foreign country doing something way different than anything they have ever done would be equally lost looking for a response to this question. Can I sum it up in a word? No. Yet I usually do. "Good."
This isn't a lie. It really was good. But word(s) can't really serve justice to two years of midnight sun, 3pm darkness, rejection, humiliation, frustration, crazy happy joy, and lots and lots of kebab. Nor that sentence.
The real deal is way better than the restaurant, I can tell you this much.
I like to think I've grown a lot as a person, but I guess you will be the better judge of that. Whoever "you" are.
So instead of trying to describe everything that has happened over a blog post, just give me a call sometime or come visit me or something like that. Like starting to write in a journal, I know I will fail epically if I try to cover everything in the past.
Here's to the present. Me golfing and doing yard work in the cool morning and wasting the days of my probation down in the basement trying to stay cool. (Thanks for nothing, dearth.)
