the long and short of it

Little did I know it would take me a full week to recover from eight days in Europe. It's been rough transitioning back into my Minneapolis world—not because of jet lag, but because of the overwhelmingly decadent taste of a life I never knew was out there. International travel always felt like something other people did—an adventure I could only ever dream about. Italy was the most beautiful place I've ever seen, the best thing I've ever done with my life, and the best investment I could have ever spent money on. I'm not sure why some people can pop overseas for a week and easily integrate themselves back into the real world when they return, and I have to spend a week feeling lost in my own home, constantly fighting tears and questioning any previous plan I had for my life. All I want is out of here, onto bigger and brighter things—the old in the rearview mirror and the new through a rose-tinted windshield. They always say the grass is always greener on the other side. If you have the drive, what's wrong with hopping every fence?

Everlane top, American Eagle overalls, JustFab sandals and handbag