this morning #1999.

this morning, we were a long way from home. both literally & figuratively. when mom & dad planned this trip, they’d sold this distance to us as a positive. “you’ll get to enjoy a foreign culture. try new things.” it wasn’t like i’d been pining for any of that but i’d taken their word for it. now we were here. day four. i’d woken up first. again. headed to the balcony. leaned on the railing & stared out upon this strange city. it seemed to go on forever. chaotic in a way that made perfect sense given how our first three days here have gone. spending ten days in a country where none of us speak the language? who would’ve guessed that that would’ve been stressful? it’s embarrassing. if we’re lucky, we might make it out alive.