An open letter

Dear friends,

I’m sorry I haven’t written in a while. I haven’t had the time. I haven’t had the internet. I hadn’t had things to write about.

All of these things are lies.

I haven’t written simply because it’s easier not to write. I haven’t written because it’s much easier. It’s much easier to not try to digest, analyze and then convey this experience to others.

Whenever I try to write it all comes out in clichés. (I’ve found my third family here, everyday is a new adventure, for example.)

And long, convoluted sentences with high reaching concepts that would make my professors in journalism recoil at what I appear to have forgotten when it comes to writing since I’ve graduated. (Like that one.)

In three days, I will be finished with my training. Right now, it feels a lot like I’m back in at the airport in Kansas City wondering what I’ve gotten myself into for the next two years.

My friends, everything is about to change.

Again.