We are in Singapore. As usua,l a spray of emotions as we leave a place we love and loathe and travel on to a place we love and loathe. Robin put it well in one of her comments, ‘I have become an exile’.
Neither Julie nor I are excited about arriving in Perth in a few hours. Too much sadness about leaving Afghanistan. Layered with anger at the officious Indira Gandhi Airport clerk who charged us $XXXX for our excess baggage. And with gratefulness at the Changi Airport clerk who just ignored it all. Tired. Relieved. Overcome. Guilty at leaving a place we are committed to. Were committed to.
It just gets to be too much, trying to make a difference. All the people I know and love in Afghanistan are still there, working, sleeping, fearing, hoping.
I have left and they remain.