Europe is captivating. It’s everything you see in the movies and a bag of chips. The entire place reeks of hundreds of years of world - changing history and culture, and it intrigues me to see first hand where all of this stuff in my textbook happened.

Sadly there aren’t any british guards with tall furry hats, or french mimes who wear black berets as staple attire. Strange as it seems, the people here are normal, and lead typical lives. They work to provide for their families, and clock into the daily grind day in and day out. Buckingham Palace, London Bridge, Big Ben, The Eiffel Tower, and the Arc de Triomphe are daily sights for them, and probably lose much appeal after seeing everyday.

Despite the grandure of it all, I can’t help but fret over my own home of California. It’s easy enough to smile and nod when people ask where you’re from and welcome you to their country, but my feigned smile has too much weight behind it. 

Long story short, the one chance i got to check facebook I finally realized just how much things changed. The three friends I ever got closest to are all in relationships, two of whom probably don’t know where I am right now. One discovered popularity and left for the greater life a while ago. The other two followed suit soon afterward. I don’t know why people like doing that. 200 friends on facebook mean nothing to me if it means three specific ones are lost. Call me a modern Holden Caufield, but With all your friends and events and relationship it’s hard to see why anyone would desire a life like that. The sad part is that in ten years when I look back on my youth, I’ll probably wish I did.

Having a few good people to talk to now and then is fine for me though. I can manage. Like batman, I’ll just help whoever needs it, whenever they need it. I’m a dark night, a vigilante.

As I fall asleep to the voices of frenchmen below carrying crates, I can only wonder what their lives are like, what it feels like to live in the city of love you only see in the movies.