Waiting to go home
I just realized a few days ago when I was e-mailing a friend that I have less then two weeks before flying home. I have been in Iraq for 2 years this April and have gone home twice. Made exotic adventures through Asia, Australia and the UK. But you always have to return to your roots to find your path. Man it will be nice to get out of here and eat real food and be around real people that aren’t out to cut your throat or stab you in the back. Its crazy how a village like life we have here can turn people into their hidden demons. I hope I haven’t or don’t get to that point and keep my self as real and as grounded as possible.
But this flight will be nothing like all those in the past because I will be experiencing it Business Class BABY!!! Oh YEAH!!!! Land in Austin and eat Chuys with sister and mom. I can’t hardly wait. Now that I know how many days I am counting them and that makes them so much longer. I am probable gonna gain 10 pounds just from the food I want to consume. Now I wish I were home now. This sucks! Aaaaaaaaaah Oh well I guess I can tough it out.
