Getting ready to get out of Dodge

In a mere few hours, I will be boarding a plane that will take me from where I am to where I want to be.  I’ve never started a trip with this much desire before.  The past several months in Sudan has made me realize how different is the world I’ve known and the world that I currently reside in.  There is nothing really bad about where I am, but there is a monotony that is mind-numbing.  Every day is pretty much the same.  Roll out of bed, work at the computer, possibly run a few errands/meetings in town, eat dinner with the rest of the crew and then off to bed.

That is IT every. single. day.

Even though I would get really frustrated when I lived in Washington DC and, later, Bangkok, with the millions of social engagements I felt I had to deal with, I really miss that.  At least there was variety and a moment of rest was a true treat.  Here, it’s all about routine.

Routine is good for managing expectations — I’ve always thought that.  But, maybe too much routine is devastating.  I mean, think about it.  Even the buffalo grazing on the western plains of the United States has different issues on a daily basis.  Weather considerations, possibly predator/prey interactions and many other things.  But, now, I feel I understand why prison would really suck.  Routine.  It’s hard to stay sane when you have no control and no deviation.

So, it’s time to end this rant.  And, it’s time to just get the hell out of Dodge.