Weltbürgerin

My head fell to the pillow of my bed in Salt Lake City- Thoughts running through my head, and tears began to stir. Hard to come to terms with the fact that I was across the atlantic in Amsterdam earlier that morning.

 Sad to leave something so precious behind.

Sleep was distances away as jet lag was still affecting me, and only my memories of the past three weeks replayed to keep my restless company.

It was one helluva time and I wouldn't trade that experience for anything else.

Europe was exactly that. I wouldn't say it was better than my home. Mind, I consider Germany as  my "zweites Zuhause"... and I consider aspects of the places I visited better than my own home, and him...  I always feel at home when with him or talking to him.

Looking back, I'm surprised I hopped up and left, just being the anxious person I am. Running away from the realities of my current life in Utah, as I sometimes think I do. But to be fair, I also find it highly important to travel. In the wise words of someone anonymous I found in the national geographic:

"I don't travel to escape life, I travel so life might not escape me." 

Whether it's seeing the one you highly adore in England, soaking in the mediterranean sun and enjoying every sunset right along his side in Malta, rekindling old times with who you consider your family in Pinzberg, Deutschland on a summer Spaziergang auf the grandiose Walberla, drinking a 1 liter Bier while dancing on a table to Deutsche Musik at the Erlangen Bergkirchweih, or finally sharing a stroopwaffel and beautiful conversations on the side of a canal in Amsterdam with a pen pal you've had for years.... You start to remember what's important to you in life and the anxieties of your daily life don't have prevalence anymore.

We've been in contact every day, ever since. Hours on FaceTime somedays.

I told him this after I had left, that at the end of the day and literally nearing the end of my life, material things wouldn't matter anymore, what would hold dear to my heart were the positive memories I created and I was grateful to create them with him... also that I was looking forward to making more. That's one thing no one, except for maybe dementia or some other mentally eating disease can take from another.

I want to continue making positive memories and some of the best memories are those you share.

All my love,

McKenna Marie xx