Missing Europe

Flipped through my photo album of Europe.
Gosh, I miss those times there.
The people I met, the food, the sights,
the atmosphere, the culture, the history,
the people I travelled with, the money spent,
the train, the wine. EVERYTHING.
I miss them dearly.

Every little detail, every single excitement,
I yearn for them now.
The arches and domes in the cathedrals,
the cobblestone streets and astrological clocks,
the feeling of lost in a foreign land,
the cheese and bread for lunch,
and even the grin and laughter after (quite a few) beer.
It was a crazy trip around 13 countries.
It was definitely the best year of my life.

Unlike now,
STUCK and TRAPPED with responsibilities.
So caught up in the process of turning into an adult.
So sick of this mundane, repetitive, well planned life.
Give me back my fresh breath of air!
Give me back my Europe!