We are leaving in a short time. Returning to Australia does not excite me a great deal. Sure, it will be nice to see my family and some close friends. I am keen to go south, to my parents home in the bush. But, oddly, fantastically, I am going to miss Kabul. I have grown to love this country in a way I never thought I would. Afghanistan is like a teenage boy. Infuriating, recalcitrant, messy, always destroying things and disappointing hopes. But you love him anyway.
And I will really miss some of the international team here. We are part of something bigger than ourselves. While many days I achieve nothing, and only occasionally do I do something that actually benefits someone here, I am at least part of the humanitarian effort, the effort to bring to the forefront love, forgiveness, justice, hope, tolerance.