The saying goes “collect memories not things” …. but sometimes when you’re living abroad it’s very difficult to not wind up doing both.
As I prepare to move back to America after living in Barcelona for 2 years, I am realizing how much random crap I’ve accumulated. But along with all this random crap comes some amazing and unforgettable memories.
I have tons of clothes that remind me of certain places I’ve been, people I met and things I’ve done. A pair of boots I bought in Berlin because my shoes broke during a walking tour and the ground was covered in snow and I wouldn’t survive the day in my broken shoes. A purse I bought in Italy at one of the leather markets. A sweater I bought in Salamanca because the nights were colder than I expected. A red nail polish (that’s the perfect shade of red) given to me in the Amsterdam airport in a Christmas give away.
I have a collection of airplane ticket , museum entrances, metro passes, maps, and other random papers collected throughout my travels .
I have a collection of souvenirs to remind me of the wonderful places I’ve been.
And I have enough memories to last a lifetime.
These memories I have are both physical and mental. But beyond everything I feel incredibly lucky to be returning home with them.
Sometimes the memories you collect are things, and sometimes that’s okay.