Am I home Yet?
Most of us have already “checked out”. Meaning, we are exerting just enough energy to get thru the day. In fact, I’m even kinda pissy about moving out of my trailor and into the tents. My pissiness is solely because I hate to move. The packing and unpacking and lugging of crap from point A to point B. I’ve already thrown away enough crap to make the move light, but it’s still a hassle.  But around the bend is home.
I tell myself that at least 17 times a day.
When I’m told to do a really shitty job? Home is right around the corner.
When I get asked the same stupid question over and over? Home is right around the corner.
Pushing my way around the chow hall between all the new boys and girls who just arrived in country? Home is right around the corner.
So, yes. I’ve sorta checked out. I’m here but not really. I’m already thinking about 2 steps ahead of getting home. But I know I need to stay in the game at least a little while longer. The new unit will be arriving and we really want to leave them feeling comfortable in the jobs they have to do. When my unit got here we were essentually just patted on the back and wished well by the outgoing unit. They left the place in shambles and we spent half our time here picking up after them (and also shaking the bad reputation they left behind). We remembered how hard it was that first month trying to understand the process out here. And we don’t want the new unit to struggle in the ways that we did.
I’m estimating less than a month. In less than a month I’ll be walking on a U.S. street. Drinking U.S. beer. Having happy U.S. thoughts with my stupid U.S. smile.Â
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