With the end of the trip just days around the corner, I’ve been thinking a lot about the trip as a whole. I’ve realized that this trip was a giant chapter in my story. In fact, deciding to do this trip was the best choice I have ever made. I have gathered so many memories and acquired so many new friends. I’ve had countless laughs and an almost equal amount of tears. I’ve walked until my feet blistered and eaten endless amounts of delicious food. I can’t think of any other experience that has shaped me more as a person. While I don’t feel that I’ve really changed in any drastic ways I do think that I am more me. However, I don’t think I accomplished my goal of “finding myself”. It seems almost stupid to set out to do so as I think about it now. People are always changing. If I ever found myself, I would be disappointed because it would imply that I haven’t gone anywhere new. Failed to explore, learn or grow. So I let that go, I grew and lost myself in experience.