Yes, it has been over a month since my last post. For that, I am very, truly sorry. However, the way I see it...if I have nothing of substance to right about there is no way in hell I am going to post it to the world. Quality over quantity, you see? Of course, this post is bound to have very little substance, but hey, it's my freaking blog and I'll rant about nonsense if I wanna. So there.
I miss France. And London. And Wales. And Kilarney. And certain areas of Dublin. But mostly France...Arles and Marseille specifically. I have finally completely paid off my Disney cruise which is what I should be the most excited for...but instead, my enthusiasm is being channeled into something that hasn't even been looked at yet. Typical me. Putting the cart before the frickin' horse. I can't help it, though...Europe is my "place." Not like "ohh look at me...I was born in the wrong time/country/body/gender/species/planet" way...in the way where I constantly want to explore it and understand it and so on and so forth. With some people it's their own state or country. With some it's specifically Asia or South America or Africa...but for me it's Europe. Believe me, I am so thrilled to be going to the Carribean in a month, but that's vacation. To me, travelling Europe isn't about vacation and relaxation; it's about adventure and discovery and constantly being challenged.
When I was in France I hated that no one understood me. I hated how hard it was to do anything. However, ever since I've returned I have been trying harder to learn French and other languages. Now I know how hard it is to get by...but I still want to be there. I want to pack a single bag, fly over there, and walk until I no longer can. And I will one day.