One Year Longed.

Today marked the 1st anniversary of my flight into Europe. This day last January I was taking off for Dublin to begin a 4 month European culture-fest. I think about my time over there everyday, especially Athens, my "home" city. Things just couldn't be any simpler. My friend Courtney said it best tonight. There's so many things we do in life just to cross them off our list. But when people ask me about Greece, or I think back on Athens, it's more than that. My experience over there was more than just some item to be crossed off; it became a glimpse into another life, a life I could see myself settling into. I long for Greece. It sounds cliche, melodramatic even, but it's exactly the way I feel. I try to think of reasons, excuses, and far-fetched job opportunities that could somehow bring me back. It's like catching a virus you don't want to lose. I embraced the infection, and now I'm craving for the relapse. America has me stationed conveniently near the entrance ramp of the career-driven expressway. Unfortuntely, I'd rather be love driven. There's too many people, and too beautiful of places that we let go of, all because of distance and money. I get that. I get that big time. But when there comes a point in our lives that it's our independent choice to give up what we truly love for that which we're "supposed" to love, then I see a problem. I'm not sure I'll land back on the coast of the Meditteranean the day after graduation, but I do see it as a feasible near future. I love what life became there, and I would hate for it to be nothing but a memory.