With any luck, by the end of a trip, we are different. We have experienced things we might not have ever imagined and we have met people who have challenged our perspectives. We feel fuller in our hearts and smaller in the world.
When I have finished traveling somewhere I not only feel different, though—I also look different. My pink hair fades to the brassy blonde I bleached it to in order to achieve this look in the first place, and my mousy brown roots get exponentially more noticeable.