The wormhole was intense, but the destination is worth it.

Last night, I had an "existential crisis.," meaning, "I feared for my very existence. Was it worth it?"

In this world, you have to go through it to get through it, and what seems at the moment to be a curse may actually be a blessing.

The funny thing is, I still think of New York as my home, but I think of Peru as "my place." It's like the perfect blend of Asian and Latin American flavors/cutures.

Never let anyone convince you that it's a small world. It's not. There are many universes, even within a single city. It's hard to imagine that that other Lima exists as I listen to the birds sing and the waves crash.

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