I went looking for the world and the world met me.
Welcomed me actually.
I connected with people who didn’t look like me, sound like me, some barely even knew my country existed.
They weren’t scary enemies. They didn’t innately want to harm me. They were warm and curious in the best way. Respectful and helpful. Courteous and pleasant.
I looked around and always thought about what could be replicated home, because I love home and our people. I love all the little things, and I don’t love home any less having seen the world.
Seeing the world just made me realize how much my heart could love. How many places and people would find a place in my heart. How I would make memories and trust people even though we superficially had nothing in common. Less things are skin-deep than the real things.
I went looking for the world and found me.
