Kyrgyzstan is calling. It’s time for me to pack up my 100 pounds of possessions for the next two years and start slaying bitches left and right. I am excited and ready, but due to Some Unforeseen Things, I am also slightly terrified and more than slightly heartbroken. I’m going to miss this city for the first time, miss its glaring polluted rhythms, the air that feels wet, the bullying strength of the sunshine. I’m scared of leaving a place where I only communicate with people who love me for a place where I can barely pronounce hello. Maybe more than anything I’m scared to be out of reach. But I’ve got my game face on. Like this chick to the right, I can handle my shit.
I started this blog in June because I felt like I and my brain were becoming vaguely useless. I didn’t expect that so many people would end up reading it and linking to it, and I feel genuinely surprised and excited every time someone thinks that I had anything good to say. I will certainly still be reading and writing the entire duration of my service and updating this whenever I can get to an Internet cafe–and I think that my perspective on things, and books, will change in an interesting way because of my drastic change in circumstances–but at least for the next few weeks, I won’t be able to.
So I guess what I’m saying is, subscribe to this blog if you read it or want to continue reading it, so that you’ll be able to see when I update it. I only publicize this by posting to my Facebook profile, and I doubt I will be trolling the Book very much anymore (I will be measuring time by pages of Proust and the slow procession of sheep across my backyard, and will likely be unable to handle seeing glamorous photos and minute-by-minute wall posts like “Wake up bitch I want to go to brunch at that new place!” etc). Thank you for reading. 123 books so far, and I have no intent of stopping.