I’m sitting on the floor in my sleeping bag at the San Jose airport. I have an overnight layover before flying to Atlanta via Dallas. Long day, but I’m used to it at this point. I still can’t believe I’m on my way home. My dad and brother will pick me up from the airport tomorrow, and my mom will be home cooking my favorite meal.
When I get to the Atlanta airport I will have survived 27 take-offs and landings in the last eight months. Which says a lot for someone that is terrified of flying. Everyone told me it would get easier, but just for the record, it hasn’t :)
I’ve met people from all over the world that I love and would have never met otherwise. I fell in love. I have so many photos to look back on and tear up over. I feel a thousand times more confident in my ability to survive and have fun in the world. I don’t feel tied down to any particular place. I’m excited about where I’ll go and what I’ll see next.
Round the World Part One, I love you.
Night night.