End-of-the-World Announcement
Next month, Kate and I are leaving the country. Specifically, we are moving to Doha, Qatar. I have been struggling in vain this week to compose an entry full of flowery, rambling prose to describe how I feel about this, but words fail me.
I am beyond excited; I live for adventure, and you cannot tell me this isn't an adventure.
I am beyond scared; I've never left the mainland US before. What kind of foreign-culture-language-shock is waiting for me in the Persian Gulf?
And I'm a little sad; over the past four years, I've built up a life, with good in-person friends, Monkeys with Typewriters--a support group for those afflicted with active imaginations, and Nicole--our roommate who only moved in this past September, yet is someone I can't imagine not having around.
Since Kate and I got together for good in 2004, we've moved three times; but with her, I'm always home. And in a month, we'll be physically overseas. And we'll be home.
A whole new world is out there for us to explore, and I, for one, can't wait.