It is very strange, but I feel like I have left home.
How could a place like Iraq feel like home you might be wondering?
I have no idea really. By all measurements the place was a pit, the air quality was terrible, the food was bland, the occupational hazards...unnerving, but in the end it was familiar.
The people, the area, the job.
It is funny, while I was there it felt in a way that I had always been there.
Everything about it was so familiar that now I just feel lost sitting here waiting for the plane back to the States.
I know it will go away, but I just never thought that I could actually be missing Iraq.
