Out of the Desert

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Posted by wcrowlandksr on July 22, 2013
Posted in: Life in the Pacific Northwest, Out of the Desert. Leave a comment

Written about three months ago and now publishing:

Today is the first day I have been on my new job alone…it’s quiet. I took over a role where the last employee decided to leave on an expedition. This left me a perfect place to land. I have learned a lot in the last year and some change and if there’s one thing that stands out, it’s the fact that life will have some twists and turns. You can never be one hundred percent sure where you will end up but that’s what makes life interesting.
Each day, I walk through the Pike Place Market on my way to work and because of the time I spent living in the desert in the city, I find that I appreciate it all more than if I had never traveled. Living in a large city in a foreign country has changed my views on so many things and I think it has helped me see life in a better way. I used to have no interest in walking around in the city and hated the idea of catching cabs or for that matter any form of public transportation.  Now I actually find myself wanting the service of travel and freedom of not having to manage the transportation once I am at my destination.

Today:

I have installed new systems and helped my company progress with these new systems.  Looking back over my blog has shown me how much has changed in my last 18 months here on this planet.  All in all, I am truly blessed.

 

Missing the Desert Today

Posted by wcrowlandksr on June 21, 2013
Posted in: Life In The Sandbox, Out of the Desert. Leave a comment

I found myself listening to some relaxing Arabic music.

I have been struggling lately with the reality of some things in my life as it pertains to what I left behind and what I returned to find in my home life. It’s been said that you can never go back and I believe that is true as I have tried many times to in the past. As I have grown and matured I have learned you really can never go back. I am not wanting to try to go back because I know nothing stays the same as it’s recalled in your mind. I remember my days in the desert and I remember the days I stood out looking across the sands of the desert and seeing the sunrise each day. It was a place that is oddly enchanting and it calls to me from time to time. I know that I didn’t really fit in there in the Middle East because I had only been there for such a short time but I find myself missing it when things get a little sideways here.

I guess in some ways the idea of it and the music I am listening to with all the power it has, sometimes helps me to escape. I find myself drifting back to a place where I was a novelty of sorts and found the locals interested and friendly. I loved being able to see that there was an interest in who I was and I could learn about who they were. Here in my own land, I am just another average Joe in a place where so many are practically dead as far as interests in learning about new places and people. They live their day to day lives out just trudging along, never realizing what is really around them and never realizing what life really has to offer. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s me who has not figured that out yet.