I wrote a note and left it at KAB for the next group of people studying abroad and I think this will sound something like that. I came to Malaysia with absolutely no idea what to expect, no idea about Malaysia, and half a mind that this was going to be terrible. And it was hard. There were a lot of times that I felt frustrated and sad.
And it was one night when I was sitting on the roof and listing to Terese play ‘I Will Always Love You’ on the ukulele and I was looking at the stars and I started crying because I felt such amazing bliss. I know for a fact that I was meant to go to Malaysia. It was seriously magical. It’s amazing to feel like you are exactly where you are supposed to be and it’s terrifying to think that I’m going back to unknown.
But I rode and elephant, and saw a music festival, and got pulled over by Malaysian cops, and befriended a monk, and went parasailing, and hiked in a jungle, and rode a lot of buses, and learned some Malay, and made some amazing friends.
I’ve fallen in love with traveling and I’ve fallen in love with all of the places I have been. I love Malaysia for everything that is has been to me. I feel like a new person. New tattoo. New clothes. New patience. New outlook on life.
So folks, it’s been good, right? It’s been a long trek. I’ve written about nearly every single freaking detail of this long trip. Feels like ages ago I was stuck in Tokyo with Kara. It feels like ages ago I was taking that bus to Perhentian Islands. Feels like ages ago I was making my first trip to KL.
So to anyone who’s reading this now and anyone who’s been reading my blog the whole time: Thanks. Thanks for making my story something real. Thanks for saying you think I’m funny because sometimes I think I’m the only one who understands my sense of humor. Thanks for listening.
And if anyone that I’ve met on my travels is reading this. Thanks for making me into this. And to all the other internationals: Thanks for being my family. And thanks to the universe for knowing that I wasn’t supposed to go to Bangkok.
So there’s a lesson to be learned from all of this and I think it’s about how something that feels wrong in the beginning can end up being so amazingly right. And that feels like fate. It really feels like fate.
Terima Kasih Malaysia.
Until Next Time, World.