Two weeks ago, at the Belize City International Airport–a bustling two-room affair filled with backpackers, Midwestern families, young adults on missions, and sun-baked tourists having their last sips of rum and coke–a man about my age walked up to me and greeted me warmly.
The clips of the essay you shared are so beautifully honest and true, and also feel very, very familiar. Thank you for posting them.
Thanks Sonal!