I thought long and hard about whether or not I want to continue this blog. See I have now moved back into the states. I live in a flat in Santa Monica. I am no longer traveling that grand adventure is over and I felt that I should perhaps also allow this blog to conclude with it. But I have been thinking about my trip and I have come to realize something. Since I was a little girl it had always been a dream of mine to travel. When we would be on road trips or in the car for so long it was my daydream. Well that and a handsome prince, but we can't win them all.
Anyway now that I had seen a fruition of this dream 2 things have happened. One I realize how much and how gorgeous the world is and how much I love seeing it. The second thing I realized is that my life and adventures have not ceased simply because I achieved a childhood dream at 24. Instead I have come to understand that life is a long serious of trips. That traveling is about choices as well as personality. Europe is wonderful because it is so ancient and so diverse. It has a history that spans hundreds of years, when in the US most of houses are around 30 years old. The US is young and we don't really understand ancient at least not in the same way. Our towns were built for cars and our country has a lot of elbow room. But what the truly amazing thing about this entire conglomeration of experience over the last year is that I am constantly struck by how universal people are. I have lived in all these places and we all are very much the same. We feel fear, pain, emptiness, and we seek joy, love and safety. So any followers or readers who have managed to survive the substantial droughts in my writing: here we go again:
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