As usually happens, all the best intentions of writing in order to keep track of the whirlwind were dashed within it instead.
Tonight is our last night in Thailand, signalling the end of 27 long months as Peace Corps volunteers in our small village in Sukhothai province. Tomorrow morning, we'll find ourselves 30,000 feet above the country that has hosted us, fed us, loved us, and schooled us for the past two plus years.
It is difficult to say anything about how this feels, let alone attempt to remark on it in an accurate and meaningful way.
I am as confused as when we started this journey, and just as hopeful and scared, too. There is nothing to do but put one foot forward in front of the other and see where the path leads. And so we go on. On the way to somewhere.