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Through the windshield, Xi’an’s Bell Tower rose ahead of us, illuminated against the night. Horns and engines competed in the streets below as drivers fought through traffic.
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“Wake up, wake up,” Dani said, her voice drifting into my restless sleep. Then someone bumped my shoulder and I lurched awake. The bus, which had been quiet for hours, now surged as people pushed toward the front windows.
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This isn’t a travel guide.
These are fragments—moments pulled from longer journeys, written as they were experienced. Places appear, but they aren’t the subject. What mattered was what happened there and the people it happened to.
Over time, the trips changed, and so did I. My family grew, the distance shortened, the stakes shifted. The pattern stayed. In the beginning, I thought I needed distance to change and adventure to feel life. Most of the time, it was something smaller—something I didn’t understand yet.
What’s here is partial. I don’t try to explain places or speak for them. I write what I saw, what I missed, and what stayed.
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I live in California with my wife and kids.
Names have been changed for privacy.
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