As I sit in the departure hall awaiting to leave Malaysia, flashes of my time at home in the past two weeks keep coming. Along with the drunk stupor of jetlag I haven’t fully recovered from, it is a blur. The emotions are thick and complicated, the body is reeling from being thrown into another time capsule that leaves it soon handling the aftereffects of double jetlag—is that a thing? But somehow, even in the anticipated sleep deprivation I am dreading, there is a sense of fullness or peace in my heart. I do not know if it is a temporary calm before the storm returns. But I do know that I am happy and satisfied with my time in Malaysia.
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