I’m in the Ukraine
I’m in the Ukraine for work. It doesn’t matter that I’ve been traipsing around a rig yard all morning long and it’s 54 degrees and raining. It doesn’t matter that I’m tired from an eight hour plane ride from New Jersey to Germany with a seven-month old baby in the seat next to me. It doesn’t matter that I haven’t had a Dr Pepper in 48 hours. It doesn’t matter that I just had pigeon for lunch and think I might hurl all over this desk.
What matters is that I’m gaining life-long lessons and learning about new cultures. Yeah. That’s it.