You’re right. I don’t recall who coined the phrase “wherever you go, there you are,” is reading this over your shoulder. I spend at least a couple of months overseas doing radical things each year. My shit travels right along with me. The beauty of this acknowledgement is that my expectations for each trip are balanced by the reality that I am largely going to return better educated, better informed, sometimes badly injured, but always delighted. Along the way I might drop a bit of my load due to the gaining of a bit of perspective, but I still unload all my shit onto the living room floor. How I choose to see that shit, interact with it and come to terms with it does indeed shift over time. Yep. Shit shifts. But nobody in Nepal or Peru or Kazakhstan did that. I did. Mostly not much fun. But well worth it.