Paris

I'm ready to go home. I think. I guess.

Tomorrow my little jaunt around Europe will end. I guess, in a sense, you could say my service will too, although I feel like it ended three weeks ago when I handed in my pink card and stepped on the plane in Kyiv. Leaving Pervomaisk was abrupt in a lot of ways; I simply exited everyone's life whether they cared or not. My arrival home will be a much less dramatic in a lot of ways, thank God.