I still have many many posts about my travels in Europe left, but I couldn’t help but was poetic on this my last day in the Old Continent. It’s crazy how quickly time does fly. One moment you are getting accustomed to a new country and a new lifestyle, the next you are cramming your life into two suitcases.
One other thing on my mind at this moment is about saying goodbye. It sounds weird but, I will most likely never see the shop owners or Tasty Bucket cooks who have come to recognize me over the past four months. It’s not like we became best of pals, but when you see someone repeatedly there is a connection forged. I said goodbye yesterday, but unlike most goodbyes we have to say in our lives, this one was permanent.
On that note, I am very excited to be heading back to the U.S.A. As Dorothy likes to say, there is no place like home.