Quiet descends at this hour, finally. Across the border and into a new country, from one world to the next in just the span of hours. These moments are some of the most exciting during travel: suddenly changeability, where expectation dominates over reality or perception, where anything seems possible because the place you’ve stepped into is unfamiliar or new again. (In this case, totally unfamiliar.)
As I’ve settled into my friend’s house, I find myself excited to see someone I haven’t really seen in 4 years. As he remarked when I walked in, “We’re getting old.” How have they changed in this process of maturing? How have I changed? What does it mean in terms of reviving that long buried friendship we had? Tomorrow will be both about exploring the unknown and the familiar, all through the impression of 4 years distance.