Its been an interesting nine months of mixed emotions in my attempt to settle into a life back in the US. This over-priced two room apartment was taken in haste as well as in the romantic notion of living in a "carriage house". "Just call me Sabrina!" was the title of my move announcement last March, only to be replaced by "Off to Uzbekistan!!!"
I will miss the Sycamore trees, the charm of living on a historical property, the lovely walk through the University and into town. But I won't miss the onslaught of spiders, the austere personality of a wealthy neighborhood, and the accompanying coldness from the void of the garage below me. (Photo: NT Callaway)
A very nice young man who flies refuelers in the Air Force will be subletting from me for the next six months. Apparently, he will not be called to active duty in the near future for having served over the allotted 250 days this year, unless of course, there is another 9/11. Having been in all the recent war-torn countries, all he had to say about Uzbekistan is that its cold.
It is ironic that the two of us kind of represent a change of guard in more ways than just renting the apartment...he's on military leave while I go over to do humanitarian work...if a war breaks out, they will ship him over to fight it, and airlift me back to safety.
And there must also be some symbolism in saying farewell to a street named Battle Road...