Didn’t understand it at the time. It makes a lot more sense to me now

“Empty,” but full of dreams and hope. Flew one way to a new city in Asia, with no plan of ever moving back to the U.S. No friends, financial strain, no real plans, barely a room, broken internet. I convinced myself every day that things would be okay, grounded by nothing but hope and an unreasonable dream.

I had almost nothing, yet I didn’t complain. Now I have more, and somehow complain more. Back then, every penny and every hour felt slow, but worth it. Some feelings still linger: disappointment, fear, nervousness, embarrassment.

I’ll save those for another time. At least now, I have the space to remember and properly process that period and the choices I made. And more importantly to believe that "mistake" will in the future not be a mistake anymore if you embrace it