But sitting in the Los Angeles airport for a 10-hour layover, I’m at a loss for words – a writer’s worst nightmare.
It’s not that I don’t have anything to say; rather, the problem is I have too much to say. How can I sum up the last six months living abroad in a developing country? I promised myself I wouldn’t even attempt to do so in this final blog. After all, ending with a summary is reserved for academic writing, and I ain’t no academic.
And besides, my previous blog entries will tell my tale in far better detail than I could ever do in 500 words.
So instead, here are a few of the things I will miss most from Fiji:
My editor and mentor Dr. Robert Wolfgramm: Not only did Robert welcome me into his newspaper, but he also welcomed me into his family. Robert and I spent countless hours in cafes discussing everything from politics and sports to film and relationships. He will be a lifelong friend.


The scenery: Though I’ve made the four-hour, coastal voyage from Suva to the Nadi airport many times, I’ve yet to be able to read a single word during the ride, because I can’t take my eyes off the breath-taking view: the vast blue Pacific Ocean on one side and cloud-piercing mountains on the other side. It’s truly mesmerizing.

My dog, O.D.D: because a boy never forgets his first dog.
