Riding camels in North Africa and petting elephants in Southeast Asia. Long nights and early mornings at Spanish Botellones and salsa bars. Tenting on a rooftop in Nepal, surrounded by 360 degrees of Himalayan Mountains. Holding baby crocodiles in Australia…
The Taj Mahal, Mount Everest, La Alhambra, the Eiffel Tower, the Coliseum, Buckingham Palace. Museums and castles and parks and rivers and oceans and coffee shops and hostels.

These are all actual experiences I have had over the years. As fun and wonderful as they all were, sometimes it is difficult to share about those experiences once I am “back to reality.”

What happens when you come home? What do you do when the dust settles, you’ve unpacked your suitcase, shown off your souvenirs, and—gasp—everyone moves on with life, regardless of the fact that you’ve been forever changed, completely transformed by the experiences you had overseas?
How do you put words to your experiences?