Six months ago, I set out on the trip of a lifetime. However, I have been traveling for the most part of the past three years. I know this is probably the last time I’ll be able to do something like this. So as the end of my trip nears (I’ll be moving to a new city in the states in April) I’m trying to find the times that have been the most meaningful to me. I’d like to share them with you.

In October, I drove to the outskirts of Brussels with a family friend that I have known my whole life. We went to a museum in a forest. I found my love for an incredible artist, Jean Michel-Folon. I realized how much I actually love art.

I remember floating on my back in the Mediterranean Sea, at Banana Beach in Tel Aviv. I remember Faaker See in the Austrian Alps and how it looked like something out of a dream. A crystal clear lake was guarded by cottage-dotted mountains, with the occasional train scooting by.

I remember endless hours in museums. The British Museum in London, the National Gallery in Scotland, the Polin Museum in Warsaw, the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam and the Magritte Museum in Brussels. I could spend the rest of my life there.

I spent a weekend in Amsterdam celebrating my friendiversary with my best friend from Nice. I helped her move into her apartment and met all her friends.

I remember the small town of Dingle, in Ireland, and how surreal and beautiful it was. I watched the sunrise over the Sahara Desert, hopped around Giant’s Causeway in Northern Ireland, and explored the endless cathedrals of Rome.

I remember falling in love with London. I know for a fact that I will live there some day. There is always something to do; some museum to visit, food to try or show to see. High Tea at the Ritz with my brother and sister is one of my most cherished memories.

I spent months in deep Bavaria, swimming in ponds and hiking mountains with longtime family friends. I fell in love with a boy in Berlin and am going to visit him again in March. More memories to come.

These are the things that will come to me when I think back on my trips twenty years from now. I’m so lucky that I’ve been able to do all this. But above all the other emotions I’m feeling, I’m just…happy.

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