europe once (again)

well, what can i say? i wanted to run away, and so i did.

except no one tells you that running away at twenty-five isn’t really running away. it’s more of a journey to “find yourself”. what i don’t want to admit is that i feel exactly the same. the trip was glorious, don’t get me wrong. but here’s the funky part — i probably learned more about myself afterwards, then during. and because i spent a lot of time taking pictures and making little videos, and eating lots of food, i thought i should figure out a way to look back and appreciate the journey.