Content

I am content.

For the past few weekends, I’ve had the privilege to travel and explore a bit of Europe. Every Sunday night, I like to kill time on the train or coach by listening to music, reflecting, sending endless photos to friends, and sharing crazy stories about my experiences and the people I encountered. And being my introspective self, I have realized how happy I have been and how content I am with how life has been treating me.

In Munich, I was talking to my friend Harry from Montreal. We talked about whether we’ve changed from grade school to uni. And for myself, I concluded that old Cathy was stressed out, a tiny bit uptight, and was lost about her future. While current Cathy has discovered a clearer life direction while developing a loving life and go with the flow mentality.

And with that, I’m damn content with life. Life has been quite the adventure. My entire time here has been uncomfortable, but to the point where I’m comfortable being incredibly uncomfortable. Honestly, I’ve learned to enjoy all of this discomfort and to go with the flow. I keep on meeting new people from all over the world, whom each has their unique stories, and I’m constantly energized by them. I don’t know if I want this to end because Seattle can feel a bit stagnant at times.

Anyway, everything I have experienced thus far doesn’t feel like real life. Prague was dreamy. Berlin was a spontaneous and wild shit show of a weekend. Munich was buzzing with beer and chill times in the Englischer Garten. I’m waiting for reality to slap me in the face once I’m back in Seattle. But, I’m just going to make the most of my time with the wonderful people I have connected with and the amazing places I have been able to embrace. Ciao.