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 (...