De ja vu

I miss it.


I miss missing this.


When I got on the plane I let out a sigh of relief. It’s over. I did it. I had taught English, backpacked solo and now I was on the last leg of this journey. Home.


I have arrived.


I have arrived to my life exactly one year ago. And this de ja vu fact terrifies me.


I changed while I was gone, like many travelers do. I saw, did, heard and experienced things that I never imagined I was capable of. Stories will go untold on this blog, untold to my mother, never to be retold again—they will remain alive in my memory only to be relived dancing in my dreams of When I was in…


I miss missing this place and I’m not sure what that means.