Back in New York, inside that classroom, I felt something deeply liberating.
Everyone expressed themselves so naturally, without hesitation or pretense.
It wasn’t about standing out or holding back — just about being honest and engaged.

As my journey continued beyond that classroom — through Boston’s history, Washington D.C.’s ideals, and the everyday moments shared with locals in New York — that sense of freedom only deepened.
I encountered people living true to themselves, cities embracing diversity, and moments where honesty mattered more than perfection.

Compared to my past work environment in Japan, where I often had to read the room, worry about others’ reactions, and unconsciously suppress my true self, this felt… freeing.

At that time, I thought,
“Maybe I don’t have to restrain myself so much anymore.”
“Maybe I can just be me.”

That small realization stayed with me and quietly grew stronger throughout the journey.
Now, in my new environment, it has become part of who I am.
I speak up. I lead. I show my thoughts openly.
And surprisingly, people respond positively — they appreciate me for being authentic.

Of course, expectations are high and there’s pressure.
But instead of feeling fear, I feel motivated.
It’s a good kind of tension — one that pushes me forward, not holds me back.

Looking back, this trip wasn’t just sightseeing or checking places off a list.
It was about learning to trust myself, embracing the unknown, and letting go of unnecessary weight.

The cities I visited, the people I met, and that classroom where I first tasted the gentle freedom of being myself — they all shaped me.
And for that, I’m deeply grateful.