After 8 months, 7 countries, and laughter and tears to last a lifetime, my gap year has ended. I couldn't have asked for a more friendly, amazing, nurturing group of people to experience it with, and I'm in debt to everyone who helped me chart my course throughout it all. I wouldn't have changed a thing about it, because throughout those months, I grew and matured and simply experienced more than I would've ever thought possible. The places we saw, the people we met, the situations we were in- all contributed a part to the inexplicable but amazing transformation that a gap year creates. To be honest, the person I was 9 months ago, I don't recognize. I am incredibly lucky and blessed to have lived and experienced what I did, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
You’ve felt it, haven’t you? Those feelings that seem to get so big in your chest, like something is so beautiful it aches?
My last sunset in Sevilla- quite a beauty, ain't she?
The entrance to Feria- shining as bright and true as ever.
The family that I laughed, cried, gossiped, danced, sang, traveled, and lived with. Thank you for everything.
All the good times, all the bad times, and everytime between have led me to this point.