At least, the closest thing to the edge as I've ever been. Last night was my final night abroad. And I got to spend it watching the 10:00 PM sunset over Reykjavik.
Words are insufficient to sum up my experiences. Pictures aren't enough. Trinkets, postcards, and t-shirts don't even scratch the surface. What's in my heart and my memory is too much to begin to share with anyone who may stumble upon this goodbye letter.
I saw and experienced things that as a child I dreamed of. I saw humpback whales in the bay of Reyjkavik. I smoked hookah among a den of grizzly old men in Turkey. I saw Michaelangelo's David and was struck by the grandeur of it, deep in my heart. I ate pizza while sitting on the stoop of an old building whose steps were submerged in water in Venice. I let a chocolate melt in my mouth in Belgium. I drank a beer in a lively pub in London, enjoying the good spirits of all around me. I stood on the spot where prisoners of war were hung for their "crimes" at an old concentration camp. I saw a host of other cultures and people from all walks of life and what's in my heart are pieces of all these people, and experiences, and moments, and I will be basking in their glow for the rest of my life.