All I want to do is travel. It's all I can think about...it's all I dream about. I fantasize about being back in Pau, walking along the Boulevard de Pyrenees with a cup of gelato in my hand. I close my eyes and can picture the purple mountains; I can still feel the moisture on my face from the rain that just fell minutes earlier. Sometimes, I'll rub my hands together and it brings me back to a night when we were all walking back to our rooms. I remember looking up at the shutters and taking in the beauty of the stars that freckled the sky. My heart exists in the air, in the sky, in terminals that will take me across the world. I'm not meant to sit still anymore.

Sometimes I get this feeling that I'm moving too fast. Like, my heart and my soul are on fast forward and everything else is just sitting still. I need to GO, need to move, need to fly, need to explore.

I guess I'm feeling all nostalgic because I just looked through my friend's picture of Paris and it made me realize that I literally had THE time of my life this summer. Every summer from here on out will be compared to the 40+ days I spent in France. I think about the girls, the walks, the food, the geeks...every single day. I was truly happy...and now I'm desperate to get that back.