May 31, 2014
As I type this I really don’t know where to start.. this week marks a year since I packed up and left America. I remember the feeling like it was yesterday.. walking onto that plane, wondering if I forgot anything, checking and checking again that I have the address to my hostel, the butterflies in my stomach and excitement in the air. I had no clue what to expect and all I could think of was how scared I was to arrive in Manila in the middle of the night. The past year has been something that you can’t put a price tag on. Traveling by myself and seeing this world is one of the best things I could have ever done. I faced many subconscious realities about myself. Some which I have proudly already accepted and others which I am still working on. I have loved, I have lost. I have been brave, I have been a coward. I have been happy, I have cried uncontrollably. The range of experiences, feelings, and emotions are not able to be transposed into words. Its impossible. I can just say this.. I am so damn thankful for every person, every teacher, every sign which have been bestowed upon me over these past 12 months. I have tried my best to learn as much as I can from each person I meet; Not to take anyone for granted and to really make myself vulnerable. I tried to write a brief summary about the years past and it ended up being 5 pages long.. and it’s just the tip of the iceberg. I’ll post it later but truth be told, there is no way to explain to anyone these past 12 months. Each country, each city, each waking moment is impossible to describe. I tell you this, it hasn’t been dull. As I settle into Australia and get acclimated to the new country, I can already tell that this is going to be no different. I foresee less of a cultural experience, and more of a self growth, acceptance and understanding roller coaster ahead. I have gained the tools in SE Asia and now its time to execute them in real life. I accept the challenge and can’t wait to see where I am as a person in another 12 months from now.