I am sitting in Second Cup. I am in my hometown. It is a good morning.
An old man caught me observing him and his friend at the table across from me. They have their newspapers out now, but they have been chatting away in Romanian, he told me. To my right, there is a girl skyping in rapid Spanish. There is a murmur of English in the background but it is indistinguishable.
I like the languages. And yes, it brings me back to Mongolia. I cannot understand the conversations around me at all, and at the moment, it’s cozily comforting.
To anyone else in this coffee shop today, I likely look like a non-descript college student, occupied with social media and my phone, quietly drinking my drink, a backpack crammed with books and cords beside me. But though I’m drinking coffee on the outside, I’m observing Columbian culture and exploring the streets of Romania on the inside. I’m back in Mongolia, making up conversations of the people at the table beside me.
I’m not sure if I miss it. I’m not sure how I feel, if I were to be honest. I only know it makes me think of Mongolia. I’m across the world again.
This is Re-entry.
It’s been a while since I posted. Most blogs end here. The Adventure is over, you might say. The newsletters stop. We quietly slip back into “normal life” and continue on, implementing things we’ve learned from our overseas experience into our next step in life and we all live happily ever after.
Good for us. Or at least, something like that.
But I’ve been thinking: Have you ever gone on the journey with someone AFTER they return? I never have… but I’m about to.
The story doesn’t end.
At least not here, not now.
And so, now that I see this I invite you. Come with me. See what happens After The Experience. I can’t guarantee excitement, or neatness, or consistency (in fact probably quite the opposite) but I’m putting it out there.
Join me. Perhaps we’ll see a more stories yet.