I Came Home, But My Heart Stayed in Poland 🇵🇱💭

I’ve been home since Monday. Back to my bed, my routine, my life in the States. And yet… I can’t stop thinking about Europe. 🌍✈️

There’s just something about it — the energy, the history, the food (yes, I had schnitzel 🥩 and pork knuckle 🍖, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat). Every country has its own rhythm, its own soul. But Poland? Poland surprised me. 💫

I know what some people think when they hear “Poland” — the haunting shadow of Hitler, the Soviet-era buildings that still stand like gray reminders 🏢, the cold, the history. But that’s only part of the story. What I saw, what I felt, was different.

Poland is beautiful. 🇵🇱 It’s layered, resilient, and full of quiet strength.
I walked through Warsaw and Kraków with a sense of awe — not just at the architecture or the food, but at how it made me feel. Safe. Comfortable. Curious. Alive. And more than anything, seen. 👀❤️

Yes, some of those apartment blocks are hideous concrete slabs (my tour guide didn’t hold back — she hated them 😂), but even they felt like part of a bigger story. Poland doesn’t hide its scars. It owns them. It stands up anyway. 💪🏾

I’m not planning a move just yet. I still have things to do here.
But I'm also not saying never. 🤞🏾

I want a one-bedroom apartment someday 🛏, in a neighborhood with cafés that know my order ☕📖, with a dog 🐶 by my side, and space to just breathe.
And now, Poland is on that list of “someday” places. ✨

So no, I’m not done dreaming. I’m just pausing. I’m just gathering myself.
Because I saw something beautiful — in a place most people overlook — and I’m not letting that go. 💭🌆

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