I think I am in a love affair with Europe. A tumultuous love affair. Some days I want nothing more than to stroll down the cobblestone streets and order my coffee in French and take way too many pictures of basic industrial middle-class housing for hours on end and some days all I want to do is strangle every person that tells me "MOIEN" and find some food that isn't paprika flavored, for Pete's sake. (Who is Pete? Is it Saint Peter? Do we use it because he's a step down from Jesus Christ and therefore we are allowed to use his name in vain without qualms? Remind me to look this up, and get new phrases.)
Nevertheless, being alive in a foreign land is tough on the psyche. I'm overstimulated and overwhelmed. Sometimes, though I'm underwhelmed. Can you ever just be whelmed? I think you can in Europe! Name that movie if ya wanna be friends.
Every time I get stressed out though, I am reminded of how freaking lucky I am to be here now; how much of an actual dream my life currently is. I'm twenty years old, learning nothing but European art and architecture and language and culture in school, and galavanting around the continent each weekend. There are so many experiences that are being experienced that it almost becomes mundane. Almost. Then I blink and the glory of it all comes rushing back to me and I want to run and skip down the street again and buy those $5 roses from the restaurant peddler in Barcelona.
Can I just post a picture of my block in the early morning fog? I'll probably Instagram it at some point but I really am trying not to destroy any relationships I have by over-posting pictures of streets without me in them. I sent this to YA BOY KON_MAN10 this morning but I want you all to LOOK AT IT, PLEASE!!!!
Nevertheless, being alive in a foreign land is tough on the psyche. I'm overstimulated and overwhelmed. Sometimes, though I'm underwhelmed. Can you ever just be whelmed? I think you can in Europe! Name that movie if ya wanna be friends.
Every time I get stressed out though, I am reminded of how freaking lucky I am to be here now; how much of an actual dream my life currently is. I'm twenty years old, learning nothing but European art and architecture and language and culture in school, and galavanting around the continent each weekend. There are so many experiences that are being experienced that it almost becomes mundane. Almost. Then I blink and the glory of it all comes rushing back to me and I want to run and skip down the street again and buy those $5 roses from the restaurant peddler in Barcelona.
Can I just post a picture of my block in the early morning fog? I'll probably Instagram it at some point but I really am trying not to destroy any relationships I have by over-posting pictures of streets without me in them. I sent this to YA BOY KON_MAN10 this morning but I want you all to LOOK AT IT, PLEASE!!!!
Isn't it beautiful? I'm crying just looking at it. Look at the houses and all their colors and dual points of access and personal boxes full of foliage. I mean, wow. On a different note, I'm currently listening to the album Dark as Night by Nahko and Medicine for the People and I feel like the world's biggest tree hugger hippie but it honestly just feels so right. That has nothing to do with this photo. You can just gather its glory by regarding it through the screen with your eyeballs. Look with your special eyes! More references, ugh, I need to give it a rest already.