farewell

the city from way up highI am writing this blog entry in my completely packed up bedroom. It is officially time to say goodbye, the experience is over. Soo surreal. Florence has become my home, a city that has become almost as familiar as the one I grew up in. The realization that it will be years before I return probably won’t set in until I am back in my bedroom at home. Even when I do return, I will never see my apartment again. There will no longer be familiar faces when I walk down the street. This makes me sadder then I can even explain.

At the same time, I am ready to go home. I need to be out of the fantasy world of study abroad where no one has a job, travels every weekend and goes out every Wednesday night. I need a reality check, and some home cooking, and an apartment where 12 other girls don’t reside. I have tried to not allow any of these annoyances get in the way of the time I have had hear, and I didn’t. I had fun until the end, but now I am ready to go home.