It took me just over 24 hours to get to the other side of the world, and if you stop imagining for a moment what it must feel like traveling for 24 hours and instead just look at that sentence again -it took me just over 24 hours to get to the other side of the world- that is absolutely awing. Essentially I sacrificed a lazy day for the ability to adventure. I already know it was worth it.
Now I am guilty of writing this at 7:30am after having arrived last night; I have barely seen beyond my jet lag. And yet already so much is different. R. R Rather than exploiting what small non-new-world variances I've experiences, instead I'll just refer to the beauty of a new city at night. There are little winding alleys that bustle like streets, just out of scope of light and sound as the rambunctious (but still polite compared to the U.S.) outdoor snackery/bar. There are language barriers and an easy inclination to bond with fellow foreigners. I am fighting that while simultaneously feeling gratitude to be in another culture's world.
My main take away from a day in limbo is the power of smiles. Being suspended in a metal tube in I the air for 16 hours with a stranger, nothing has proven so immediately disarming as a smile. It unlocks a new side to them, and seems to well transcend language. I've brought with me a portable charger, a toilettree organizer, a wallet that stores my passport, boarding pass and multiple forms of currency -- and yet the most useful thing I have brought requires no protective case and can only be taken in spirit.
I am excited to see what my first full day has in store.
Unedited photo from the plane because colors are just that beautiful. 
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