Thousands of Americans glance at similar age-old adages everyday, as they munch away at a dry cookie and sign a receipt before leaving their local Asian cuisine restaurant. However, this fortune, gifted to me by my mother, sticks out. As we walked out of our favorite Peiwei last week, this proverb has been digested and stored in my mind much more efficiently than the egg noodles, broccoli, and honey chicken that was already on its way through my stomach.
This fortune has repeatedly resurfaced in my daily thoughts since, and I can only hope that my upcoming journey results in a great transformation. College has heaved a whole new realm of responsibilities on my shoulders, and now that our government has declared me an adult due to my age, it's time for the final step towards maturity. I can only hope that my experiences in an entirely different country, with unfamiliar faces, and unknown challenges can lead to this process. I can't thank all of you enough for helping me get to this point in my life. Both the quantity of financial gifts and immense words of encouragement have been incredibly humbling, and I'm honored to know all of you. All of YOU made this possible, and my biggest hope for this trip is to make all of YOU proud by working eagerly and efficiently by providing an extra pair of helping hands where they are needed most.
But the first facet of this journey is horrific: how can I make this mountain of folded laundry, coloring books, amenities, medicine, and textbooks fit into such a comparitively tiny suitcase. If any of you have any secret of how to cheat physics, I'd be delighted to hear!
Thanks for reading and come back often! The next one will be more funny, I promise.
Take care
