Meaningful Memories

I met a lot of people in Europe. In fact, I even met myself. I know that is hard to explain, but when I was abroad I discovered who I was. The person I wanted to be, and the future I hadn't realized I was in search off. It was a place in which I had myself to rely on, and realized I could stand on my own. I was my own person, I steer my own life.

It was wonderful. It was inspiring. It was unforgettable. I cannot wait to return and feel everything I felt there once more. Sadly, being away has made those feelings dwindle and fade. The ease in which I had began to experience life slowly faded, and I feel like I can't grasp that perfect understand I once had.

I still have the memories, and every once in a while I gain that self assuredness I had absorbed there, but sadly those have been few and far between lately. Maybe I'm in a quarter life crisis. Maybe I'm just at the moment when I'm fully emerging into adulthood and haven't come to terms with it. Regardless. The world is beautiful. It is a wonderful place. Sadly it isn't experienced everywhere.

Here in Wisconsin or Minnesota, I don't feel like I'm apart of something huge. I just think about the political madness surrounding my country. I fear who will be the next President. I fear their ideals. I can't help but wish that if every single politician had their own experience abroad, away from the rich and the poor, just with themselves in the world. That they would be good people.

I'm just nostalgic for my past travels. I miss them. I remember them. I want to relive them. Sadly that isn't in the cards for me any time soon. Someday though. Someday.