Europe Is A Thief

Europe has taken so much from me.

No, really.

I have lost so much to Europe. I lost a coat, my favorite shirt, four pairs of shoes, two pairs of sunglasses, a part of one of my teeth and different pieces of my dignity.

What else has Europe taken from me?

Well, for starters, my doubts. I feel like I have finally figured out who I am as a person. I don’t doubt how able I am to live life on my own. I don’t doubt how easily I could pick up and move to a new city in the blink of an eye.

It’s also taken away my assumptions that I have made over the last 20 years over what I need. I can live without 30 pairs of shoes to choose from each day. I can live without expensive products or meals. I can live without a blow dryer or a curling iron. All of these things that I assumed I would need while away, I have proven myself wrong.

Europe has also stolen a giant piece of my heart. Being back in the states, I can’t help but feel a bit sad because I just yearn to look out the window and see the London skyline. I want to be able to pop across the street and catch the tube to St. James Park for the afternoon. I want to stroll down the road and get the most delicious mac and cheese of my life from the Mac Factory at the Camden Market. I want to be in the same time zone as the people I have met. London has become my home and I am very homesick.

Europe stole a lot from me, some of which I’ll never get back or recover from.


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