I have three days lefts in Vietnam. The past eight weeks have been very hectic and there has been very little time for me to sit and reflect on all the changes that have occured since then. The last two weeks have been especially intense as I've been wrapping up my internship, schoolwork, and my extra curricular activities in Vietnam. I've been writing in my journal every chance I get, jotting down ideas and feelings, a quick reflection of a moment that has just passed. The vividness of those moments will never occur again and I'd like to think that in those moments when I am writing, part of me is truly present with the world around me.
I don't know how I'm going to say goodbye to this place, the friends I've made, and the bonds I've formed. Nothing is final - we'll all see each other again someday, hopefully. It just might be a little while. I am of the mindset that whichever roads we choose to follow in life will curve and wind, intersecting again and again with roads we've been on and roads we have yet to see. Life becomes an adventure, a dream to be boldly chased after, a journey without a destination.
The past is past, all that's left are foot prints to be washed away with the next rainstorm.
The past is past, all that's left are foot prints to be washed away with the next rainstorm.
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