Coming home from Europe

[Written on the plane coming home from Europe]

I am on a plane flying back home and I am not ready to go back to a life that already feels so distant. I want to hold onto this shift in myself and I don’t want to fall back into the person I was 26 days ago. Though this trip was brief, enough has happened to fill me up with sighs and curiosities and intrigue that one can only receive in the exploration of foreign cities, existing thousands of miles away, and in the people, you would never get the chance to meet in the comfort of your own home.

I thought I had a focus but now I know there is more.

One drop of new life and I am drunk.

To be continued . . .