I can’t really remember the past 3 days of my life. I remember leaving on Thursday, spending a short bit in Istanbul, and now I’ve seemed to land myself in an apartment in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. Of all the distances I’ve gone, traveling to Central Asia has been the longest and most exhausting. I slept all of Saturday and still feel in a bit of a daze. Teaching starts tomorrow so I better snap out of it quick. I’m starting to have the normal first day jitters—although I have walked far into the unknown already.