Almost all of the greatest loves (and tragedies) of my life have been painful and incurable. I’ve started to think of myself as a hopeless poet who is forever a slave to forbidden or unrequited love.
Just once, I wanted the choice to be who I was, without anyone knowing my history or telling me what to do.
I met Maia, a twenty-year-old girl from just outside of Oslo who was backpacking her way around Europe, surviving off her monthly allowance from the Norwegian government.
I found a city with it’s past so prominent, from the bullet holes in the buildings to the war monuments all over the city. Still, Warsaw stood strong.
Something about this city was strange. Looking back on it, I realized what it was. It was completely artificial.
To learn another language is to accept another culture, to truly see a language, a country, for what they are. Something so simple as learning a language can help us work towards acceptance.
The best and worst part of traveling is the friends you make. You’ll maybe meet your friend-soulmate (or your actual soulmate) and make lifelong memories. Then….you leave. Or they leave. And it sucks.
Our cheeks were red from the sun beating down on us and beads of sweat ran down our back. Butterflies and tiny insects buzzed around our heads, which made us feel like we were in a big forest, not a metropolis in Europe.