The small print:
It could be because an adventure isn't an adventure until you've had it. Or maybe it is because relating your experiences many times over can run the risk of remembering the stories you tell and not the truth. Or perhaps it is because there is much less freedom here than I'm used to and I have more time on my hands.
This is not a literary masterpiece. It probably won't make you cry and might not make you laugh. It may not give you any more of a picture than you had already imagined.
But I have been given the opportunity to live in a foreign country for 2 years because of someone else. It feels like a clean sheet of paper that I can put anything down on. I'll have enough regrets when I'm 80 without wishing that I'd written a few notes on our time in Afghanistan, and since I can barely write anymore after typing for all these years, and Wifi is often easier to find than a pen in Kabul, my solution was an online diary.
My journalism tutor once said, 'Make sure you get all the important bits in the introduction - as the only person that will read to the end is your Mum.'
So this is for you Mum.
