shaping my craft - KLU's Memoir

I did it. In July, I wrapped up my yearlong travels across 21 countries and 40 cities, and it was beyond imaginable. I still spend my evenings scrolling through photo albums trying to recreate the endorphins of specific moments, closing my eyes and activating what I felt in that specific moment. Those whom I’ve met and reconnected with in San Francisco have asked me where I’ve been in the past year, and it’s hard to put it into a couple of sentences without spiraling into tales of the red wine I had in Porto or the toro sushi in Osaka. I was spewing fumes by July of this year, tired of the blue backpack that pressed against my spine that I carried through cobblestone streets. But I still miss it so much. Even as I try to recollect these stories here and to other people who I’ll meet, I’m not sure if I’ll ever be satisfied with my answer—but that’s perfectly okay. I’ve learned to internalize what I saw, and I now understand that the experience was curated by me, and only for me. We owe

I did it. In July, I wrapped up my yearlong travels across 21 countries and 40 cities, and it was beyond imaginable. I still spend my evenings scrolling through photo albums trying to recreate the endorphins of specific moments, closing my eyes and activating what I felt in that specific moment. Those whom I’ve met and reconnected with in San Francisco have asked me where I’ve been in the past year, and it’s hard to put it into a couple of sentences without spiraling into tales of the red wine I had in Porto or the toro sushi in Osaka. I was spewing fumes by July of this year, tired of the blu