*based on vacation, not unfortunate recent events.
I’ve been back in the states for a while now, but it’s admittedly taken a little bit of time to really get back into the swing of my usual routines. Between shitty weather, workload, and just plain lazy ambivalence, it’s more recently that I’ve been able to get the mental gears going to where I can try and pretend like I know what I’m going to write about when I sit down to write things.
Ultimately, it’s kind of a surreal feeling now that this European trip is now a thing in the past. For the longest time, it was the thing that the mythical girlfriend and I talked about as the thing to look forward to, the thing that was upcoming, and the thing to get excited about. Sure, I’m not really that excitable of a person to begin with, but I was certainly feeling the anticipation with the days leading up to my eventual first time trip overseas.
And in the end, it’s a no-brainer to say that I had a great time, and I did a lot of the things I wanted to do, which is mostly eat and drink, and then eat and drink some more, while seeing a bunch of things in between consuming consumables. However, I did spend a good bit of time thinking here and there, about in what ways Europe is really cool, and what things I was beginning to miss from America.