This is a photograph of Table Mountain in Cape Town, South Africa. I took this picture during the tail end of a weeklong adventure to Cape Town with several close friends, one month before I would hop on a plane and spend 44 grueling hours traveling home. It was an exceptionally cold and windy day for the beginning of summer, but our group saw how beautify the sunset looked over the expanse of Table Mountain and the bowl of Cape Town, so we braved the weather and watched the sun set in its entirety. As we watched in relative silence, I reflected upon my life up to now in South Africa; I realized that, despite the bouts of homesickness, I finally felt at home. In a day, we would head back to the university, I would take my exams, and the ‘Grand Adventure’ would come to a rapid and unexpected close, but for the moment, as the waves crashed in perfect harmony with the changing colour over Table Mountain, this end seemed far, and there I felt I belonged. I look back to this moment often, and I have come to recognize how phenomenally lucky I was to have been able to share this moment and many others in this place and with those people. I know I may never see either these people or this part of the world again, and my sense of home has certainly changed, but my experiences will live with me always.