Next year

‚ÄčTorn is my heart. Torn is my soul and broken are my desires.

Like I said in my last post, I came here to Europe to cross places off my bucket list, however I’ve only added several hundred more.

I start work now in just over a week but I’ve mixed feelings. Feelings of uncertainty. Feelings of confusion. And feelings of – I don’t even know anymore.

I wish that I’d have planned for longer, that I’d have planned to visit more places. But next year right? There’s always next year.