5/12: Departure

Things moved very fast after exams.

I finished my finals Wednesday morning, and by that same afternoon I said my goodbyes around campus, exchanging hugs and well wishes as I moved my belongings — all that is my life — to my father’s car parked on Elm Street right outside my dorm.

It had been sleepless night, and after another sleepless night of driving, I arrived home (to spend about 18 hours of time before heading off to Singapore). My parents had prepared a massive feast before my flight the next morning, and had bought a cake to celebrate my belated birthday.

It felt strange to be home again — weird to feel like a guest in my own home, instead of a permanent dweller. It was also strangely rushed — I had no time to reflect upon my first year in college. I suppose there is plenty of time to think about it while abroad.

I’m also terrified, I’ve realized, at the prospect of living alone, in a foreign country, without the cushion of institutional safety nets like those at school. After all, I’ll be living and working somewhere without a strong network of my peers (only a few to visit), and trying to manage an apartment, food, survival, and other things. I’ve faced many challenges before, but none like this, at this scale. Adulting is hard.

So here I sit, writing this article as my parent’s drive me to Detroit Airport. I will be abroad all summer, in Singapore and in London, and there is plenty of time for introspection — things I learn, moments I experience, interesting sights I see — and i’m hoping that you follow along with me on this journey as well.

Above all, I don’t wish to forget this summer — so a memory book like this is all the more fitting. I will post updates several times a week, colloquially. They definitely won’t be as polished as my previous publications, but hopefully all the more candid.

If you’re reading this, thank you. I’m fairly hurried right now, but I’ll detail more then about what i’m doing, where i’m going, people I visit, etc. in later articles. Stay tuned for updates, and see you across the pond!

~Chris

5/12/17

Update: Arrived at McNamara Terminal
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