E.U.R.O.P.E

I just got back from my first class of my prep course for study abroad and I'm so excited and blessed to be getting the chance to go back to Europe, my first love. When my instructors handed out the syllabus and I looked down the list of places we will be going this Spring, something bubbled up inside of me and I just wanted to scream, laugh, but mostly cry for joy because in May and June of THIS year I will be walking the streets of Rome, Florence, Venice, Vienna, Munich, Paris, Chartres, and London!
      I wish there were words to explain this feeling. The way I explained it to my Mom on the phone (immediately after class got out) was that this Study Abroad, this love for Europe; this is me. I am the only one in my family like this, and no one else is me. No one can even understand my love for Europe, except for maybe Tasha (who is also an Art Historian like myself). There is this wave of joy, excitement, and adventure that washes over me when I think about studying abroad. This has been a goal of mine ever since I started college, but now it's actually happening! I have bought my ticket and I'm going back to Europe! I have always been excited when anyone talks about Europe and I fantasize about traveling there again, but today was the most intense feeling that I have ever felt. Like Europe is where I belong, where I've always belonged and been drawn too. Most of my ancestors are English (British), with a few Swedish, and I believe that (for some very fortunate reason) the blood that that runs through my veins is more English than my siblings.
     Stay tuned for more information about my Study Abroad, Ah, life is good!