“Traveling, traveling, traveling. Looking for something, what can it be?”

– Joni Mitchell, ‘All I Want’

This may be the most cliché statement I’ve ever typed, but here it goes: sometimes, it seems, you learn the most valuable lessons in the least likely places at the most inopportune times. Sometimes they’re lessons you didn’t even know you needed to learn.

I’m typing to you from Melbourne, Australia, which is roughly 10,285 miles away from Hawk Hill. Two weeks ago, I left the United States with four Beatles pins, three stuffed bags, two pairs of glasses, and a broken laptop in my backpack.

You read that right: my laptop decided to stop working a mere two hours prior to my flight from New York to Los Angeles.