What am I talking about?
Not being in Bahrain.
Not being on a watchfloor job where everyone is running around with their hair on fire and their problem is the most important problem.
Not working 12 hour days.
Not feeling like I need to go to bed within an hour and a half of getting home.
The things that I bitched and complained about the most while I was in Bahrain, I can't seem to shake.
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| If only I had known. |
When I get to work at 0730 and leave work at 1630, I get home and my brain is like, ok, now what? In Bahrain it was:
1- Have I had dinner? No? Eat while Skype-ing with Teh Bear till he goes to work/it is bedtime. Yes? Skype with Teh Bear till he goes to work/it is bedtime.
2- Do I have something that needs to be done but will take longer than 1.5 hours and/or can it wait till a day off? Yes? Do it on a day off. No? Do it on a day off.
3- Do I have something that I have to get done in America? No? Skype with Teh Bear till he goes to work/it is bedtime. Yes? Skype with Teh Bear till he goes to work/it is bedtime while taking care of business in America.
Now, I can get off work, come home and I can do a load of laundry, I have time to make dinner, then not immediately go to bed (which has also been part of the eating healthier kick). It's just a very strange adjustment for me, even a month after leaving Bahrain. Still, I've not fully wrapped my mind around the fact that this is it, and it is ok.
Life is so good I still think to myself, I am really so grateful because this was not my life for the past year. And I don't even bother to think, this made the last year worth it. Because, well, life in Bahrain without your peeps.. by the time my 3 years in MD are up, maybe then will I think that Bahrain was worth it.
Now if I could just train myself that laundry doesn't have to wait till a day off. :)
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