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hiatus is a bit of an understatement, i would say.

it's been more than a while since i updated.

i have packed up, cleaned up, flown across the world, debriefed, unpacked, started cleaning and pretended to re-pack since i last wrote. that's a lot of packing...

i would assume you would be able to gather from the "flown across the world" part that i am no longer in Mongolia. i am now in America. it's hard to believe.

since march 5th i have been America figuring life out, again. on the 7th of april [next thursday] i will be moving to Washington DC.

in the days, hours, minutes...seconds since march 5th i have been desperately trying to find the words to speak about the place i have come to call home.

Mongolia. not something you can sum up in words and not something that i can process in x days.

so, there's the purpose for the hiatus. i am literally and painfully wordless about what it means to be here.

the reason i'm writing today is that i think the words are starting to form and they need to be let out. so hopefully, that means i will be able to share some of those thoughts with you all soon.

until then, let the hiatus continue.

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