One of the main lessons this trip has taught me so far is that I don't have to see everything. Not all places are created equal in my heart, and novelty is not so novel when it crops up every day.
I thought about calling this chapter “Uncharted Territory”, but that’s not entirely accurate since Europe is probably the most charted territory in the world. It’s just uncharted for me, and not a real part of the personal map I’ve painted of the world.
Half the enjoyment I get out of where I am in life is knowing it's going to change soon in a drastic way, so I'm always half-anticipating what's to come, and half-savoring the moment that's about to be gone.
It's funny, because my travel experiences didn't replace the stories I love to read. No matter how much I travel, I doubt I'll sacrifice my life in the French Revolution, waver in indecision over whether I should take revenge on the king who murdered my father and married my mother, or walk through hell, purgatory, and heaven before coming back to tell the story. Maybe I'll never even fall deeply and irrevocably in love, save someone's life, or sacrifice everything I have for a cause I believe in. Life can't replace stories, just like stories can't replace life; each simply heightens the other.