It’s not the end of the year, but it feels like the end of a chapter for me. Saudi has come to a close.
When these chapters end like this, I think it’s good for me to pause and reflect over what I experienced, how things turned out compared to how I imagined they would, and what I learned from all of it. As a result, over the next few days, I’m going to take a few posts to reflect over this in public.
Here are some of the posts you might see soon, some of which correspond to the reasons I went to Saudi in the first place:
- My opinion of Saudi Arabia
- How much I saved in Saudi Arabia
- Where I traveled from Saudi Arabia
- Why I’m not scared of travel (to the point of stupidity)
- Secret project #3, revealed!
- 10 ways I’ve changed since moving to Saudi Arabia
Humor me if you will… or stop reading for all I care, and I’ll catch up with you later.
Lastly, on a more serious note, Marshallogue set a new site record yesterday: 5,998 unique visitors in one day. All I can say is “thank you”… and keep writing. That’s what I’m going to try to do.
I’m back. I know I’ve said that before, but this time, it’s “back from Saudi.”
The trip time, not including time in Bahrain, lasted a little over 26 hours. Thankfully, I can sleep pretty well in planes.
Still, I’m jet lagged. I’m guessing I won’t be able to stay up much past 10:00pm for a bit and probably wake up bright and early at 4:00am. Not a bad habit to keep up, I guess. I don’t know what I’d do with extra sleep anyway.
As usual, I have a lot of catching up to do: friends to see, foods to eat, places to visit, photos to post. I’ll get on that as soon as I can. For now, if I look like I’m walking around in a blur, don’t worry – I am.
There’s a chance this could be my last day in Saudi Arabia. Depending on whether or not students need to retake an exam or need scores changed or something, I might be able to leave this afternoon. This could be the last post I publish from the KSA.
I’m not packed yet. My place is kind of a wreck right now. I still need to stow some things away, and I still need to clean a bit. I might not have time for any of that, though, because I might have to leave in one of the taxis that leaves right after work. In that case, I’ll just throw my remaining clothes into this giant, polka dot, purse-like bag and be off.
It still hasn’t hit me. I’ve been saying this now for a couple days, but it still hasn’t. It still doesn’t feel like I’m leaving, like I’m going to be back in Kentucky within a week. I wonder when it will.
No roller coaster feelings yet. Right now, frankly, I sort of just feel the same as usual.