Europe was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Sometimes I just scroll through my photos and pretend I’m there. Since I’ve been home I have worked at a major newspaper, moved to an awesome neighborhood, saved up a bunch of money, dated two guys, one of whom I may very possibly love, and nearly completely finished college. But, all of it feels like a blur. As if I blinked and ended up in November. If you ask me what I’ve been doing for the last four months, really doing, I’m not sure I would know what to tell you. Europe is the clearest thing that’s ever happened to me, 6 weeks of independence, bliss, disorganization, relaxation, amazing chaos, confidence building, reflecting and making new friends. Sometimes in comparison, nothing else seems to matter. The things I did in Europe changed me. And what have I been doing since I’ve gotten back? Sitting, waiting, being stuck and building things that aren’t sustainable. Realizing this lately has made the last few weeks pretty rough.
“As things stand now, I am going to be a writer. I’m not sure that I’m going to be a good one or even a self-supporting one, but until the dark thumb of fate presses me to the dust and says ‘you are nothing’, I will be a writer.”—Hunter S. Thompson (via aworldofexperiences)