I would've thought that I, of all people—having grown up overseas, traveling more before I was eight than many people travel in their entire lifetime—would not have become an isolationist. It wasn't intended, it wasn't planned, it wasn't even conscious—but I feel pretty confident that my approach him to the world was narrow and limited and, well, smacking of “isolationist”.
In the past two and a half years I've been in five countries – relishing a myriad of experiences and people. What a blessing it is to live in world far different and far bigger than me!
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