I can remember waking up within my first few days in India thinking, “What the hell am I doing here?” In the midst of the Delhi smog, I felt like man child on the other side of the world living recklessly. Looking back, I was exactly where I needed to be. It was my first time in Asia. I’d leveled up my game, sharing a bed with a former roommate and taking bucket showers. Years later, I married a daughter of a different Southeast Asian nation, opening the gateway to the holiest of explorations.
