the aftermath

It's been over a month since I have been home. After a long 19 hours of travel that started with Lizzie and Sammy in Alicante.. Then Lizzie parting ways with us in Madrid.. And then Sammy and I parting ways in Dallas.. I landed in MCI safely, by myself to a nice welcoming group of my family and my best friend, Megan. I was glad to be back, but if I could I would have never stepped on that first plane back..

I am still awed by the fact that just a little over a month ago I was sitting on a train on my way to see my German. :) Even a little more time before that I was hopping around, country to country every weekend with nothing to tie me down.. Amazing times. Times I miss dearly and often find myself daydreaming about. I don't want to stop thinking about these joyful memories, but I need to in order to live in these moments. I find myself comparing Europe to America like an ex-boyfriend. I should stop comparing the two since they are nothing alike and it makes my time here less enjoyable.

Even now as I am writing my final post, I am feeling depressed and unwilling to post it because it really means the end. I mean, it's been over for a while.. but the finality of it now is difficult. I am working on a scrapbook and looking through all the pictures and having to choose 3-8 pictures to represent a memory of a place where I made millions of memories and laughs makes me miss it so much more.

I have no more to share about Europe. Unless you want to know more personal details and more factual details about something. Thanks everyone who read my blog and supported me through the whole adventure. I can't wait to see whats going to happen next and to what other places I will travel and the people I will meet doing it.

I am dwelling on the past, but I have high hopes for the future and my plans to return to Europe! Spain in particular.



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