Europe

I want to write an all-encompassing recap of my trip to Europe, but I’m not going to do since I’ve been there and done that before. You can read my previous blog posts or if you’ve specific questions over on Instagram (feel free to DM me).

Thinking about my trip gave me a feeling of this word that isn’t really a word, but more of a feeling — sonder.

SONDER:
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

There is only one thing I feel compelled to tell you – my favorite part of my summer trip, and what I took home with me. A lot of my worst days are spent feeling dissatisfied with where I am and who I am. The fact that I am growing, that things are still happening, that I still have whole lives left to live often takes a back seat to my less than perfect present. God willing, I will live to be a 100-year-old woman with a million chapters in my book (some okay ones and some fabulous ones), and really just experiencing all.