Life is what you make it and I am back home on R&R. I can't believe I was in a war zone in hell. Nothing was familar- bugs, rocks and outhouses and everything is out to get you... I never lost my temper. I'm home for 2 seconds and I was ready to pull my hair out or maybe someone else's. So I had no choice. I did what any normal girl would do under the circumstances. I got a makeover and I bought a new car- (well, new to me anyhow), and I went electronic's shopping. Life is good again! The world is brighter and nothing can crap in my cheerios!
I'm having a blast back home, but everyone drives so fast! I've never gotten a speeding ticket, which means I never got caught. Seriously, I never drive more than 5 miles over any speed limit. We all need our boundaries and I try to be law abiding. In Afghanistan the speed limit is...drum roll please....20 mph! Really is! I thought it was ridiculous when I first saw that. Grandpa could shake his walker faster than that. Just try to drive at 20 mph- it is a chore to go that slow. But people still got in fender benders and I'm sure it's because the speed limit is so slow that they fell asleep! And when we do travel home, deployed person's motor vehicle accident rate is high. It's probably due to being conditioned to driving at a snails pace. It's a shock to see someone racing about at 35 mph!
Life at home is moving fast, but I'm adjusting. It's amazing how fast I got back into the swing of lunches and chats with the girls. I went to a bar with good food for dinner with my brother and the fam tonight. It was funny that everyone skedaddled soon after due to the noisy atmosphere. Here I'm absent of chinook noise, missile attacks and the wind that lifts my tent and shakes my bed...and I did not even notice the bar cheers. I don't know how I can sleep in all of this quietness. But I do sleep and well. It will no time at all and I'll be back in the sandbox- oh boy.
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