European Hangover? That’s exactly what I’m feeling right now as I speak, write, and think. The beauty and history of Europe is exactly that: history. A month spent backpacking through Europe has opened my eyes up to things never seen, places never visited, and people never met. How can I go back to the monotonous routine of a 9-5 job? How can I go back to visiting places that pale in comparison to the beauty and history of the places I’ve seen in Europe over the last month? How long will it take for me to readjust and assimilate back into my normal life? Every day in Europe held something new for me, whether it be a sight, a person, or a subtle observation. It was like being able to see for the first time and everything being new, exciting, and unique to you. Life was simple there. You go to one city, stay in a simple hostel, and carry your life with you in one backpack and that was it. No car, no air conditioning, no nothing, just living simply. I met people from seemingly ever corner of the globe with all different stories to tell. Some were there like us for a month, some were studying there, and some were just stopping by Europe on the way to other travels. There was no “finding myself” on this trip, no self explorations, none of that stuff. I just went there and enjoyed myself and took everything in with a sense of wonder and excitement. Have I learned a lot from my travels, absolutely yes. Was it life changing? I don’t think so. But like I have told people before, traveling is like crack, it is addictive. I just want to keep traveling, visit many other places and maybe travel alone somewhere for an extended period of time. Maybe do some volunteer work in a third world country (maybe India? Somewhere in South America?)…I really have no idea what the future holds for me besides the job I am currently working. I like my job, but how long will I work there or how long can I work there before other interests of mine beckon? Life is complicated and I feel that traveling somehow, in some odd inexplicable way, simplifies it. Make sense? No? Well doesn’t make sense to me neither, but the future is unclear, filled with uncertainties, and that is exactly what makes life worth living, what makes it exciting.