3/7/16; London Airport
Next time I open my computer I’ll be home. Next time I eat a meal I’ll be home. Next time I cry or laugh or call someone the colosseum will no longer be a train ride away and Italy will cease to be normalized in my life.
How do I sum up the best thing thats ever happened to me? The best memories, stories, people, food, pictures, and adventures I’ve ever had all took place or were met in the last 8 months and I don’t think there’s a way I can make words strong enough to describe how I’m feeling to be leaving that behind. I just read all the way through my blog and I can actually see my own growth~self reflection runs rampant when emotions are this horribly intense in so many different directions. Basically, I think I learned three things.
1. Eat. Food is important for your health but it’s also just fucking good. From Belgian Frites to Greek feta to Italian pizza to the most basic tortilla in butter: eat.
2. Traveling is who you meet. It can even be the duck on the river or your very self (no matter how cliche,) but traveling is about the other beings in your adventure.
2. Traveling is shitty and necessary. I read once that there’s a theory that you only get so many heartbeats in your life, so you should choose how you spend them carefully. Using up a significant number of them for a sunrise in Amsterdam or an almost missed train thanks to Italian Coffee seems worth it, no matter how bad your back hurts. After walking miles and still eating something mediocre that cost too much, getting a purse stolen with everything important in it, or being so hopelessly lost at night all you want to do is cry you question why youre traveling at all and always come to the same answer: because this shit is worth it. Every shit moment is worth every good one and vice versa.
Peace, Europe. I’ve loved you more than I can explain, see you next summer.