So, by chance today, I happened to discover the blog, hosted by this very site, of the grad student from Memphis who is currently working on the KV10/KV63 dig (aka MY DIG). Now, I have been doing ok with getting past the Starbucks girl and the 7 year old kid in my class (not to mention every friend, family member, or casual aquaintence who knew I was going to try to go to Egypt this year) who had to bring up to me the fact that I am not in Egypt now, and what a bummer that is, blah blah blah....but this reading this blog sucked 10 times worse than that. It makes my gut twist into endless knots to read (in her bubbly, happy, yet sort of humble and semi-naieve tone) about the day to day happenings of what is going on over there and how great and fascinating and interesting it is.
I have been asking myself over and over again why I care so much. I chose to leave Egyptology (albeit under some rather shitty circumstances). I even chose not to go to Egypt this year (mostly because I didn't have the $). I am not unhappy with my life now. Yet, everytime I run across something like this I can't help but feel sick in my stomach as if I made some terrible decision. Those people were MY people. KV10 was my thing. I guess I felt that it was what distinguished me from everyone else at school. I had already worked on a dig. I was invited back every year. Now, the filthy school has its mangled and narly claws sunk so deep into the project that I doubt it will never let go. And now, there's a grad student from Memphis that was there for the big stupid important find. Now she's friends with my friends. Now E is making the same kinds of jokes with her that once he did with me. I guess it's the feeling of replacement that sucks so much.
I apologize for whining about this again. No one here really wants to listen to it, so this is the outlet....
