I slept in, the sun coming in the hotel window finally driving me out of bed. I had an adrenalin hangover.
"I could live here," I thought, looking out the window at the Gulf.
We'd accomplished so much as a team, in such a short period of time. My presence had helped immensely. Normally I am in a different time zone, working different days.
And socially, I'd had a blast, I remembered this happening the last time I'd lived in Kuwait too. I'd started to enjoy myself, right at the end.
But I cannot move to Kuwait. I just can't.