munich

Last month I flew to Germany on my own to stay with people that I met less than eight months ago. When I phrase it like that, it sounds insane, but when I think of all that has happened in these past eight months and the friendships that have grown so incredibly strong since then, strong enough to fly halfway across the world for five days to see each other again, I can't help but feel so grateful and blessed. These friendships are the absolute definition of bittersweet, but I am so, so thankful for them and the opportunities and adventures that they bring. 

This is Munich, or München, as it's called by the Germans, and it's a dream. I tried to describe it to a friend, but cobblestone paths, the most beautiful buildings, and an awesome vibe just doesn't do this place justice. I had the time of my life in the five days I spent there with my favourite people.

I've tried and tried again to write about my time and experiences there, but I keep coming up short. There just aren't any words for what we did, how I felt, and what it was like, except for those scrawled across several pages in my journal. Maybe one day I'll find the right words to share, but for now, I'm okay with those memories being just mine.