A Sip to Get Me Going

Damn. I huddle before this Macbook sipping beer and eating lentil soup a slightly older me. I am confronted with the reality that I cannot possibly catch this last year in a blog post. Portugal came, went, returned, and left again. Dancing in Madrid, fleeing Sweden, and tearful subterranean goodbyes in Budapest have all taken their place in the dreamy ether of 'remember when?'s. I've come home and feel in equal measure lost and found as I gear up for the next concurrent adventures of pursuing love in South America and beginning nursing school. The world feels big and broad.