I'm still in El Paso, literally counting the hours until Friday morning. Life has slowed way down. We've been busy out-processing from active duty; paper work, turning stuff in, lots and lots of shots. What a terrible rhyme.
It's a lot of work to become a civilian again, get out of this dusty uniform.
I digress.
So it's just a waiting game. Last January I was in the same place, stuck in the desert waiting to leave for Europe. Now I'm waiting to leave for Cincinnati.
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The other night my dad asked me about El Paso. It was difficult to put into words. So I spent the last few days doing a photo-essay on the city: the culture, the night life, the art, the vibrant music scene. It's a city that pulses with life. After countless hours of photography and scouting locations, I present to you, my valued reader, my findings:
After Paris, Budapest, Prague, Brussels, Amsterdam, Vienna (to name a few), it's hard to live in a desert.
On the other hand, none of these travels compare to the feeling of coming home to Cincinnati and my last semester in San Marcos.
3 comments:
LOL!
Well, if you feel the need to be reminded of Europe you can always stop by the outlet mall and ride the gondola.
It's Friday!!
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