I'm sitting writing this in the international terminal of the Washington Dulles Airport. Almost a year to the day, I flew into this airport into an unfamiliar city with an unclear future. That was the day I began this blog. Since then, I have made a lot of friends, had a lot of really great times and created some unforgettable memories. Most importantly, I realized that I am capable of steering and shaping my own life path. The Bryan who flew into Washington DC on a muggy day last August was unsure whether he could be successful in an attempt to pick up his life and change it. The Bryan flying out today is confident that he has done so and can again.
Sappy stuff aside, I am extremely excited for this new chapter in my life but I am pissed that Dulles charges you for wireless access. Maybe the Europeans are more amenable to my semi-socialist (a.k.a. cheap-skate) views when it comes to wireless internet access.
An interesting observation: When I flew into DC, I brought a ton of bags. Flying out, my life consists of a 22 lb. suitcase, a carry-on suitbag and my UNHCR backpack. Amazing how much money I wasted shipping stuff I was to get rid of anyway.