Dear Europe,
Every day, I am reminded about how much I miss you. I look in my dresser and see the shirts I have from Ireland. I go in my desk and see the pens and pins I collected overseas. In my wallet, I still carry Euros, not because I want to, but just because they have seemed to make a home in there.
I miss the freedom of being there with friends and exploring the cities we stayed in. I see all the throwback photos we all still post and wish we could all go back. I miss getting lost, finding hidden secrets of the towns, and making up stories about why things are where they are.
I miss staying in Wales and waking up to a beautiful sunrise over the Pen-Y-Pass in Snowdonia, Gwynedd. I miss hiking up the mountain to see the views as the sun was beginning to set. I even miss that hostel that we all complained about in the beginning.
I miss staying with a wonderful family in Ireland. I miss the jokes we had together and the adventures we took in the evening around town. I miss that family so much, but I'm glad we all still kept in touch. I miss all the friends and family we met of them, but I'm so happy we came across each other again years later.
I miss going to the theatre in England. I miss seeing live performances in the old theatres and reminiscing about the actors on the train ride home. I miss the old architecture of England. I miss getting to have authentic fish and chips and eating them out on the green of a church as a couple was getting married.
I miss exploring the castles in Scotland. I miss hiking up hills just to see the views of Glasgow and Edinburgh from the top. I miss going into the castles and seeing the history of who lived there. I miss exploring the streets of Scotland and finding hidden gems such as little one-of-a-kind jewellery stores, family-owned pubs, and little shops of knick knacks.
Europe, I miss you every day, and I hope to be back soon.
Love,
Me
