|I realized I never shared outfit details on this from the Pentatonix concert! Skirt and Oversized Sweater: H&M, Tank: Nordstrom BP, Boots: Nordstrom Rack... can't remember the brand.. and for those of you interested in Holly's cute Romper: Target|
For instance, (and please don't hate me for rambling on and on about Europe, ok fine you can hate me...) but we leave in 64 days. Those 2 ish months are going to fly by and I am going to be staring at the Eiffel Tower, sipping wine in Tuscany and giggling at the guards in front of Buckingham Palace in NO time. And then Poof. Just like that it's over. And of course (well hopefully) I will come home with a fresh perspective on life. Maybe my type A personality will be slightly more at peace, or at least for awhile. Perhaps I will have experiences that will change me from this trip. But I am already dreading August 3rd the day after we arrive back in Portland. Not because I won't have missed my family and friends, not because I hate my life so much at home that I can't bare to be back in Portland, but because this anticipation and planning is the best part of my day. You should see my Pinterest account. It's so exhilarating to have such an incredible trip to look forward to but at the same time, I already fear for that time when everything is over and the trip is finished. I have a problem. I'm aware. I'm also aware that I might contemplate moving once I am there. I will try and think of ways I could support myself financially, or I might seriously consider becoming a gypsy and taking up barefoot dancing in the middle of townsquare.
Anyone feel me on this? Why is the anticipation of what will be half the fun? I think it's because I'm a dreamer and I'm a romantic. Dreaming of these cities and getting lost in the culture makes me want to sigh openly out loud while smiling. Picturing myself in a summer dress sipping a cappuccino outside of a cafe while we try to interpret what the people around us are saying. It's as if I envision myself riding a bicycle along the river in Paris with some sort of music in the background that involves an accordion. I just simply cannot wait!! So I think for now I shall focus on the positives and on the trip itself and try to tell myself that the trip will be unending, so I quit dreading August 3rd.
Side Note: If someone would like to plan a surprise party for mine and Shannon's return, it wouldn't be the worst idea so that way August 3rd doesn't suck so much. Just a thought... (cough cough)
Love and Daydreaming at my desk when I should probably be collecting rent from people or something