It's the eve of my return to New York.
My home of 5+ years...
The place I thought I'd never leave...
The place where all my dreams started to come true...
And yet, I am completely ready to leave it behind.
I am sitting in my "cabin" behind the McCarthy household, faking like I am ready for bed, and contemplating what tomorrow is going to be like.
I have been away from Brooklyn for over a month and haven't thought much about it since boarding the plane in January.
Do I miss my friends..... YES.
Do I miss my family..... BIG TIME.
Yet, still....
I am ready to get back on the plane and come back to Doha.
I have experienced more and more amazingness everyday since my return.
10 days in Doha to start.
Day 1 - Got my dream job and already started the "New York Fade Out".
Day 10- Completely enjoying every second.
Feb 1st- Back to Cairo. Shot 25+ hours of (in my eyes at least) my best work yet.
Feb 14th- Flew back to Doha. Sun is shining and the warm air welcomed me back.
Feb 21st- Jill and Steve return with enormous smiles and stories from Crete. A big family dinner.
Now I am sitting here, bags packed, trying to wrap my head around packing my entire life up in one week and leaving everything behind.
Overwhelming in a sense....
but on the other hand, completely relaxing.
I leave for the airport tomorrow morning at 6am and will be in the air for 12 hours before landing back on "home soil" around 3pm-ish.
The incredible Carrie Vermillion will be waiting to swoop me away from dreaded JFK and back to Brooklyn where I am sure, within minutes I will be scooped up in CP's arms and spill my guts about everything I have seen/done in the month we have been apart. (No homo)
That familiar smell will be in the air and I assume, that brown Kentucky goodness in a glass.
I am really looking forward to spending my last week in good company.
Brit, Christian, Matty, and my entire gang of misfits.
Hoping to see everyone I know at one (or both) of the "farewell parties" (BK- Fri Feb 26th and NJ- Sat Feb 27th).
Really Really REALLY looking forward to spending time with Mom, Dad, Jim, and Joe.
But in the meantime, my mind will be on Doha, where my heart will still reside.
When I Was 8 Years Old On My Birthday
9 years ago
beautiful, jk.
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