Well. Its over.
Right now I'm sitting in the comfort of the San Francisco airport, half awake, waiting for my red-eye flight back to DC, writing this post and thinking about all the different airports I visited today.
Its hard to believe that less than 24 hours ago I was waking up in, of all places, Yangon, Myanmar.
I still can't believe I had the opportunity to travel to Myanmar at such an interesting point in its changing history. Not many people have had the chance to go and I feel quite lucky that I was able to make my first visit at such a young age.
Anyways, I'm not going to attempt to write anymore. I'm not even sure if I'm making much sense through the jetlag and fogginess (I know my text messages make 0 sense right now-- shout out to my family and friends for putting up with me). However, I will leave you with something I don't normally share-- photos of myself. In Myanmar.