I've hit the halfway mark of this trip. Europe's been exhilarating, exciting, and occasionally frustrating. I've grown to really love Paris, was awed by Rome, surprised by Naples and Lausanne, and a little disappointed in London. I've got another week in my program and then 2 weeks of travel to Nice and the Cote D'Azur, Barcelona, and Lisbon before doing 5 final days back here and a hop over to London to go home. It's exhausting to think about and definitely to be living, but I'm having a fantastic time just seeing everything. I've been spending a lot of time thinking about all sorts of shit. I laugh at myself that I almost let a moment of self-doubt keep me home. I'm seeing things here that I've only dreamed about and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
I've been thinking about home a ton though. I've missed my apartment, my fam and friends, and how easy it is for me to get around/things in NYC. The constant dealing with stuff flying at you left and right at home was good training for this trip, especially when I'm dealing with language barriers. I'm going to enjoy that first moment of plopping down on my own bed, surrounded my own things again. And then go on a crazy eating binge of my favorite foods. I'll gain back every pound lost in no time!