Lakehouse by Of Monsters and Men
I leave Europe in less than 24 hours. I can't even begin to describe my last week here. My heart is so humbled and incredibly grateful. I'm completely in awe of the beauty and opportunity that I've been blessed with this semester, especially this past week.
Champs d'Elysees in Paris
Yummy dinner in Rome--Tortellinni with Meat Sauce
At the end of the Champs d'Elysees with the Eiffel Tower in the background
Standing on the Seine River with the Eiffel Tower in the background
Dinner with Zack on La Motte-Picquet in Paris
The Eiffel Tower
In front of St. Peter's Basillica in the Vatican
Eating gelato at the Trevi Fountain in Rome
Making a wish in the Trevi Fountain in Rome
In front of the Colisseum in Rome
Feeding the pigeons on top of the Spanish steps in Rome
Catching up on sleep on the flight from Athens to Rome
Once again, catching up on sleep in the Athens airport
Standing in front of the Mona Lisa
Goofing around in the Louvre with Zack
Freezing on the Seine River with Notre Dame in the background
Walking beneath Paris in the Catacombs--millions are buried here
Standing in front of the Louvre Museum's pyramid
Having fun at the Palace of Versaille--home to French royalty
Standing in Marie Antoinette's bedroom in the Palace of Versaille
Indulging in some chocolate by the Christmas village on the Champs d'Elysees
This may sound crazy, but it almost brings me to tears to think about how grateful I am. I was sitting in a cafe writing and reading yesterday. I, all of a sudden, looked out the window and watched the Parisians walking by. The Eiffel Tower off in the distance. The off and on rain drizzling down onto the freezing pavement.
I thought to myself...how did I end up in Paris?
I thought of my last year. Finding the best of friends. Finishing my first year of college. Discovering what it is that I love to do. Seeing my family through some incredible struggles, then miraculously overcoming them. Traveling through out Europe, by myself, and seeing the world. Studying art on a Grecian island, with beautiful people who I will always remain in my life. Learning about myself and the world from encounters with every corner of life. And finally, ending up in Paris. A place I've wanted to go since I was a little girl. Something I've dreamt of doing for so long, but it always seemed unrealistic.
But, here I sit. If I could capture time in a box and hold onto this realization forever, I would. If I could find the right words to express the gratitude I have for all of the blessings I've received in this past year, I would. If I could hug all of the people that have gotten me to exactly where I am in this moment, I would.
The things I've learned this year, the past four months especially, are immense. I've learned not to second-guess myself. To go with my heart and my passions. Take life day by day, enjoying all the little things that we often overlook. Dedicate my time and compassion to people everyday. Get to know others. Love genuinely. Write everything. Take struggles by the hand and walk them through to the lessons they teach us. Be grateful for every single person. Pause more. Keep an open mind. Live radically.
As I board my plane tomorrow for my 17-hour flight home, I won't be thinking of how sad I am that it's over. Or how I'll explain my experiences to my loved ones at home. Or even how long of a flight lay ahead of me.
I'll be thinking of how every second of this journey has been worth it. Every story, inside joke, ferry ride, Philosophy class, film watched, island, plane ride, conversation--will be talked about years from now.
Thanks to the Big Man upstairs for this past year. For blessing me with this opportunity to see the world. And to my parents for supporting me in doing this and encouraging me to follow my dreams; even when they're completely illogical and irrationally specific.
Efkharisto. Gratsi. Merci. Thank you.