I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to forget.
From my experience, coming home from a trip overseas is so bittersweet. I am always happy to be back with the people I love, in a place I know, but I am always heartbroken to have to leave my beautiful new home behind. I loved Thailand, I could live in Thailand, and I learnt so much there! How could I ever forget all the new things I’ve experienced, the new things I’ve learned, and the new memories I’ve made.
Yet it always seems to happen. Slowly, the passion fades, the new ideals slowly get lost, and you end up in the same routine you had before you went on this life-changing adventure.
This time I want it to be different. I want my to keep my memories fresh in my mind. I want to stay passionate about the injustice I’ve seen. I want to remember the people that I’ve met and the friends that I’ve made. And I think this time it will be possible, because I am in a community (sorry, had to say it) of people who have experienced this alongside me, and we will be there to remind each other, reminisce with each other, and relate to each other.
Initially, I was NOT looking forward to travelling with such a large group of people, but now I am realizing what a treasure it has been. I now have over 30 people who I can share these memories with. That’s 30 people who won’t let me forget anything I’ve learned or experienced over the past two months, and I’m not about to let them forget either.
Love you guys. Thanks for the adventure,