When I landed in San Francisco on May 16th, it had been over four months since my feet had touched American soil. I was grateful for my journey, but looked forward to being back and seeing my family and friends. The next morning, I woke up tired and sore but happy; the good memories had been descending upon me in waves in my sleep. A deep sleep is earned by a full life.
I never thought I would embark on such a wild journey, but decided to pack light in order to leave room for memories, which I committed myself to pursuing aggressively with curiosity as the driving force.
On the academic front, I began the work on my undergraduate thesis on the idea of a universal Millennial activist identity.
I set out months ago in search of new orange skies in my life. Over the journey, I added many new ones to my memories. I cannot wait for the next one.
Before I left, I watched a video that has since become one of my favorites:
I met the future. He asked me his questions:
Is it possible to be happy with this life?
Did you enjoy your story?
I answered with a resounding yes to both.