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 w...
