I woke up this morning in my Tampa apartment and it feels like the last five weeks of my life were a dream. They went by so fast and I packed so much into my experience. Paris and London treated me really good and I am already looking forward to my next vacation.
I made so many memories that I don’t know what to talk about first. I will always remember how rowdy I got at the Against Me! (Florida locals) concert in the basement of that dusty old pub on the north edge of town. I’ll always remember how rich the history of Paris was and how easy it was to stumble upon history like I did when I was walking home late one night and found myself face to face with the Notre Dame. For now I will take a break from these memories and readjust to my Floridian lifestyle drenched in sweat and desperately in need of a job.