Gosh, looking back at the amazing adventures I’ve been through over the past 3 months makes it hard to believe that it had all been real; thinking about these crazy experiences feels more like a mere recollection of a complex, surreal dream. Was I really right there, in the presence of the pyramids, the Taj Mahal, the Parthenon?! Yet here I am once again, at the kitchen table, having been brought back to the much different adventure of everyday life.

Usually, when I come back from a trip like this, when one no longer really knows what cultural values are right or wrong anymore, I usually feel displaced when I come home, as if my real world isn’t real at all. Instead, what was out there in the bigger world would seem much more solid a manifestation, as I saw people truly living from one day to the next.

However, this time it’s different. This time it did indeed feel strange coming back to the monotonous existence of home. But instead of my world seeming less significant, it seemed to have been placed in a new light, and I could now see my life as if through a perception-changing filter. I’ve come to notice the subtle signs of people’s mindless following of convention, and find myself discarding some of my own, and integrating pieces of other cultures into my own identity. Of course, I’ve also felt myself become more open to it all than ever before. I guess you can say that with so much new experience comes a new you. It’s quite fitting, actually, to have come to my own little epiphany and taken on a new perspective, as these are all things to put under my belt for my new upcoming adventure: College.


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