A Story Worth Telling
I've tried to write this 'last post' dozens of times. Ways to take it, titles to give it—they’ve been circling around in my head from the moment I boarded the plane ten months ago to return home. Nothing sounded right. The right note wasn’t being hit. None had the final crescendo I was looking for. A friend asked bluntly, “Are you writing what you wanted it to be, or what it was?” That question lingered. The truth is, I had to stop seeking the perfect ending—and accept the ending I lived. Ten months have passed, and while I still catch myself saying I could’ve sworn I was in Thailand just a month ago, I’ve done a lot. There was a winter break full of self-reflection and reverse culture shock—the first chance to step back and realize these experiences would continue to shape me long after they’d ended. Then came another semester in Japan, where I stood on things I’d once said and went back on others. That time brought a new set of relationships, new adventures, and new ways...
