Photo by Inga
My near 10-year-old daughter has only lived 18 months of her entire life in the United States, instead growing up in Europe.
Many may find that magical. Like the lives of Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, and all of the Dwarves!
Birds chirping.
Bells ringing.
Mice cleaning our home (instead of making a mess of it).
It really is different. Europe.
And, being an American, I sense it. In my life, as an adult in Europe, I sense it. Especially as a mom of a child that feels more European than American.
As an outsider to an insider.
And this is what I have come to conclude.
We always look at the lives of others through our eyes and wish…
Wish we had their lives, experiences, and adventures.
And while many look at mine and wish for my experiences, my daughter looks at theirs and wishes the same.
To some, seeing a big and fancy run-down castle in Europe and walking down cobblestone streets is Disneyland!
To my daughter, wild camping in the dessert, wading through rivers, listening to coyotes, making s’mores, and catching fish is Disneyland!
The point is…
Life is very different, no matter where in the world you live.
But the most important thing is this—live it!
And appreciate what it is that surrounds you—because, somewhere, others in the world wish your life was theirs.
Their Disneyland.
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