There's only four weeks left and two of those are being spent on a pretty special trip. I can't complain about that. But as I'm sitting on this train going past the running path and the fields, it's becoming more and more difficult to pretend that there is no end to this grand adventure. I won't be running the river path much longer. Or seeing the endless green fields. Or the sky's with their gorgeous clouds. I won't be lounging or laughing or cooking with the people whom I've bonded with the most. That's going to be the worst and most difficult and is certainly what makes my two week Euro trip such a mix of happy and sad.
I've never been so melancholy on the day of a trip, which I know sounds spoiled rotten. I'm incredibly grateful for the opportunity for not just this Europe trip, but my entire 6 month stay. I'm happy and excited to see Justin and to spend two weeks exploring. But it's also tinged with the knowledge that I'm speeding towards home. Happy and unhappy feelings are fighting it out inside my old noggin.
Might have some radio silence while I'm on this trip, but I'll try to update.
Your Broad Abroad,