I leave Bangladesh in 2 days. I feel so..... everything.

Over the course of these two months, things that were shocking at first, grew familiar.

For example, the ramshackle pile of bricks I initially thought was a bombed-out building filled with black market hooligans became "the grocery store".

And secretly, I will miss be stared at all the time. For once, I felt exotic and different: a foriegner.

It is sad to go, but I know I will be back.


I had a job interview today for a position in Jamaica. It's an interesting project but I would have to start at end of August. This means: 2 days left in Dhaka, 2 months left in Amsterdam, 2 weeks in Toronto, then 7 months in Jamaica.

I don't know if I can handle living from a suitcase for 2 years.

I sort of want to settle down somewhere and make some money, buy a house, get a dog, covet vacation days, save for RRSPs, complain about inflation and tax returns and just generally be old and boring and serious.