I feel so lucky

Here I am sitting in bed this morning. I really love theses European shutters; they block out all the light and just leave a slight glow from outside. I’ve often gazed at them on lazy mornings when I’m caught between dreaming and daylight. Like right now I’m looking at them and they remind me of the inside of a giant snake. It’s as if I have been swallowed up and I’m looking through the scaled skin of the snake at the piercing sun of the dessert.

I have less than a month now until I come home. I’m very excited but also worried about the next events that will follow upon returning. Living in Europe these past few months has saved me. I couldn’t guess where I’d be right now if I hadn’t come. I needed a life-changing experience to show me how big the world really is—and there it was, a chance I couldn’t pass up. I’ve really needed this. I felt so trapped before, and couldn’t really grasp the deepness of chance. The world really is a big place, and I’ve seen so little of it. After living in Europe I’ve caught a glimpse of what life is really about. It doesn’t have to be familiar to feel safe. I don’t think I’d be as happy as I am now, if I hadn’t done this. Budapest will be the first of many adventures into the world of newness. I feel so lucky.

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