Anecdotes

Old Travel Series: Europe. Reflecting One Month Later

This post is part of a series where I’m incorporating old travel journal entries into this blog. This part of the series is from my first ever trip to Europe, when I visited the Netherlands, Belgium, and France with a group from my college. This is transcribed from the original hand-written journal I kept during that trip while I was still just a wee college student. I hope you enjoy it!

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It’s funny how quickly a month goes by. Now it seems like ages ago that I went on my amazing European adventure. How quickly things go back to normal after such a trip. I recall several members of our school group crying and whining towards the end of the trip, saying they wanted nothing more than to come home.

For me, it was quite different. I wanted nothing more than to stay…perhaps forever. I’ve traveled before, but never in my life have I been so captivated and seduced by a place that I wanted to stay and leave my life behind. I think the best part of my trip was that it changed me. I left a part of myself behind in Europe, and took back in its place a piece of Europe.

I will be forever connected in that way. I will always have a special place in my heart for the streets I walked and the people I met while I was abroad. I will be forever changed by this experience, and I have a new goal…to go back as much as possible. If two weeks can move me and change me as much as it did, what would a lifetime of travels and rich cultural experiences do? I can think of no way I would rather live my life. Right now, I have a jar full of change with a few dollar bills in it as well. It is my fund for my next European adventure. I may not have much right now, but I am determined to make it back soon to the continent that captured my soul and forever changed my outlook on life. I will not give up until my dream comes true…my dream to return.


Note: This trip marked the beginning of a life of wanderlust. I was able to travel to the United Kingdom the next summer, and Italy the summer after that. I’ve been traveling ever since and I’ve never looked back. Young me would be proud.

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