divineguitar

Less than four days and i’m heading out of Iraq and words to describe my feelings aren’t there.  I’ll have my iraq mix tape experience uploaded, but it’ll take some decompression time to come up with a breakfast club rant about what the year was all about –

The topsy-turvy time was worth it, and I’m finding out the reasons I came are not the essentials I leave with, rather much more.  It’s always the people, the contacts, the conversations, the perspective that resonates — the amplification that’s in your face is money, career, credential and all that other stuff we’re fixated on, stuff that isn’t really important…who knows, maybe its b/c I have it, but I think it has to do more with being in control of oneself.  

I came out here for:  placement in Europe after tour, clearance, cash.
I leave with: placement in Europe, physical fitness and awareness, mental Sparta, amazing stories from amazing people

My experience here wasn’t that of a war zone, however it was much more telling.  It wasn’t bombs and ramparts, but more-so a steel bubble with Baskin Robbins and surf and turf.  There are things that go on in these situations that are absolutely irreconcilable in the mind, neither bad nor good, just twilight zone, when you’re able to read between the lines.

Regardless, its better than the water cooler, and there isn’t anything on god’s green earth that will bring me back to a typical office scenario, I’m banking on the flat world and the next tier of transcendence to meet up with my readiness to take on unique challenges.

A week from now I’ll be back in the states, very happy to see family, preparing for a long, hilly bike ride with my brother in law, and for a brief moment feeling like I’m back home, only to realize home is now Vicenza Italy, a place I know nothing about, but I leapt and the net appeared.