5am on a Da Nang beach in the early morning light.
In a terrible guest house with no hot water. Hard pillows. & not much else around for miles. Just Patrick & I.
Hungry. Broke. & a little homesick for Mom's home-made meatloaf.
(home-made anything really..)
Lucky.
for everything I've seen & experienced thus far.
& everything I will experience until I fly home in February.
I'm incredibly lucky. So, so incredibly lucky.
Looking out onto the ocean, realizing California and everything I tried so hard to distance myself from is out there somewhere.
Everything has come together & fallen apart in the past two months... I've lost most, & won few.
I wouldn't change a damn thing.
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