What a 4-Month Euro Summer Feels Like

I'm in a coffee shop right now in Oklahoma, wearing shoes I bought in Portugal and pants I bought in Turkey. Next to me, my phone is popping off with messages in Russian in preparations for an upcoming event. In my wallet are the metro transit cards of Madrid and Paris, both of which I'm keeping for later use. Also in my wallet are 1,600 Ukrainian Hryvnia, which as I stare at I struggle to wrap my head around how drone attacks on civilians and sunny festivals can exist on the same continent.