Do you realize how short 4 months really is? Do you know how many weekends I have left? Do you know that I only have 8 more weekends and 4 of those have friday classes? How did the semester seem so long in August and now that it is September I feel like before I know it my mom will be on a flight to Rome and I’ll be heading home soon after.
I feel like I need to start begging for more time. The thought of leaving right now is so depressing. As I walked down the Via del Corso towards the Pantheon with Sarah we started talking about how easy it would be just to slide into this life. A life of Antipasti, the Italian Language, and la dolce vita. I know that it is impractical for me to stay here another semester, it would cost more money and I would graduate late, but it’s so tempting that I’m ready to go to Dr. Cavallo and say, “Sign me up for another semester!”
But what I need to realize is that this will not be the last time I am in Italy. I have fallen in love with this country, and the thought of never coming back is heartbreaking. I knew in my heart when I left Rome in 2008 that I would be back. I have that same feeling now. I need to learn more Italian, and come back here and sit at a cafe eating pasta drinking vino della casa rosso.
I have faith. I have faith in the fact that I will live a life that will enable me to travel and experience other cultures.
I want to be one of the types that has a map posted on my wall with pins on every single place they have gone and experienced.
I won’t be able to see every single place this short semester. But I need to remember that I’m not nearly done with Europe, let alone the rest of the world. I’m 20 years old and I can make opportunities for myself to live a life where travel is a priority. I don’t think there is any other way I could live.
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