Love Isabella: Abroad Edition

I want to spend these last days reflecting on my time here and all the great memories I made. I can’t seem to squeeze anything philosophical out, though – It just feels like any other day. 

Netherlands cuisine consists of potatoes, mushrooms, fried food, and dry rice. While it doesn’t sound too bad on paper, when you have no choice but these four categories every day for three months, it starts to piss you off.

I was simultaneously relieved I didn’t have to tend to other people and unable to shake the feeling that everything I did would be better with someone at my side.

I came here looking to immerse myself in the culture of all the different places I visit. Who is to say that fast food isn’t a part of the culture as much, if not more, than actual sit-down restaurants?

I find some comfort in knowing that everyone around me feels the same as I do when the lights come on and the music stops.

Growing up with my mom is one of the most rewarding parts of my life, and something I think only a daughter could understand.

I’m sitting here, forced to watch the thousands of people around me who are either in a rush or waiting, and I’m overwhelmed by how easy it is to come and go.

This is a joke…most of the time. Hating on my skewed American education is all fun and games until I come to Europe and have to take an actual test.

This weekend I went to the drowning city of Venice and, although beautiful, I couldn’t help but notice all the people who wanted to leave.