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Ethiopian Coffee are life! I need to go back to Ethiopia !👌🏾😍 but I hate how the smoke alarm goes off every time my mom makes Ethiopian coffee. 😭😲

The Bug

Haven’t been blogging in a while… Caught a nasty chest cold from Ariana and Danielle while trying to deal with Mother Nature’s wrath on my insides.

I don’t like getting sick because I know how dramatic I can get. Moaning. Crying. Coughing. Dragging around. But I haven’t been able to muster up any antics so far.

Wednesday night after singing and bouncing around with a blazer and no scarf, I felt a dry cough chest cold coming about.

Thursday morning the chest cold was more like a sore throat with a bit on delirium.

Friday night the NyQuil cough I gulped down took me from 30 to 90 on the “feeling worse” scale and now I have a runny nose.

By now, Saturday evening, I have taken NyQuil, drunken all types of teas and got some Amoxicillin from the pharmacy. All I want to do is get better. That’s all I want.

I want my Daddy. and my Grandma.

Me Sick...

So ever since I moved out from my parents the house, it sucks getting sick because my mom isn’t here to take care of me. True my roommates always help, but no one is ever your mother. Well now it sort of sucks a bit more since I have to take care of Santi, no matter how sick I am. I mean he just refuses to feed himself properly, pour his own water and take himself out to potty ha. It’s okay I love that puppy in spite of all the trouble he gets in…Then there is the part where I refuse to take medication., I eat a lot of honey, but my roommate always forces me to have medication. Not going to lie that pill has been very effective so far. Anyways I better feel good by tomorrow, I want to enjoy my weekend! And if I don’t well fuck meds and I’m relying in Tequila…

Day 5: Moved into my dorm room! It still needs a little work but it will do. I don’t have wifi in this building until next month though. I’m definitely a little stressed about communicating back home, and settling in here. There are a lot of things that I wish I brought with me, and I am struggling to find here in Korea. Simple things like a folder and a razor. Wish me luck! 8.30.2013

November 11, 2013

Today is Veteran’s Day. It is my first “official” Veteran’s Day. However, I don’t believe that I’ve really earned any of that praise. I hope I’m not the only veteran that feels this way, but I don’t do my job for the free meal once a year. I don’t do my job for the “first and the fifteenth”. It’s not about those paychecks. I long to be something more. I want to make a difference. I want to save lives. I want to protect the innocence of children. I want to stop bad things before they happen. I chose to give up what was comfortable, what was easy, what was familiar to make a better world for my siblings, cousins and future children to grow up in. I chose to do that. I signed my name on that line. I said, “I will do what no one else will”. I made it through the excruciating eight and a half weeks of Basic Military Training, to say that I am an American Airman. Which has brought me to the next step in my journey. Here I sit in a dorm room, more than 2,400 miles away from home. I often question my decision. I wonder if I made a mistake. I miss my family. It’s not something that I’m used to, and I’m still adjusting. Will I back out of the decision that I made? No. I will man up and fulfill the terms of my contract. What will happen when that contract is over? I don’t know. Do any of us really know what the future holds? I certainly don’t. Maybe I’ll find that this is the greatest job in the world and I’ll stick to it for another 14 years. Maybe I’ll wash out of my school and get reclassified. Maybe I’ll blow out my knee and get sent home. Maybe I’ll get deployed and never make it home. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know that I’ll do everything I can to make these next few years the best that they can be.