mason-50370057 @mason-50370057
I'll never forget the summer I spent in Europe. I was 16 and my parents had taken me on a trip of a lifetime to Italy, France, and Spain. We stayed in small villages for weeks at a time, where I'd help my mother with her research while she cooked dinner for us every night. The smell of fresh pasta and garlic always brings back memories of those days spent learning how to make pizza from scratch. My favorite part was when we visited the Amalfi Coast, where we went snorkeling in crystal clear water and swam alongside colorful fish.
After that trip, I returned home with an appetite for more adventure. I decided that college would be my next destination. So I applied to a small liberal arts school in California, where I could study both French literature and creative writing. My parents were initially worried about me moving across the country but they eventually came around once I convinced them of how much this opportunity meant to me.
I spent two blissful years living on campus in my cozy dorm room adorned with all sorts of knick-knacks I had collected from travels abroad. It wasn't uncommon for me to spend hours sitting at my desk, typing away while sipping coffee and gazing out the window at the lush green trees swaying gently in the breeze. I knew it was only a matter of time before life took off and whisked me away on another exciting journey.
