I beg my audience’s
forgiveness for my long break from posting. Once again, so much happened in my
journeying that putting pen to paper to convey it all just overwhelmed me—in
addition to the emotional surge inherent in the reverse culture shock that hits
many expats who return home. Perhaps I felt that concluding my writings about
my life in NZ would potentially signal the end of my world travels. Not that,
actually—rather, I guess I was worried that it would all just become some story
and feel like it didn’t really happen. Once something ends, and the more time
passes, the experience becomes a rote story and less the living moments that
made it.
The sentiment that has
shaped my thoughts and plans since arriving home has been a tremendous fear of
getting stuck here again. However, today I began another chapter in my global
travels: I’ve left for Lima, Peru. Before I even returned home from NZ, I set
my sights on moving to South America, and even though I loved many things about
living in my hometown again, I spent much of the last four-and-a-half months
trying to find a way to leave again.
Now that I have finally
taken the leap to prevent that fate, I feel ready to tell my final tales from
my first year abroad.
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