According to everyone on the home
front I am already halfway through my time abroad although it doesn't feel like
it. I feel like I’m stuck in some sort of strange time warp. At some points it seems as if I have been
here for a week and other times it seems as if I have been here for years. I feel that I will wake up on December 14th
and this will all have been a dream.
Time feels like it has frozen back home but I know things will be
different when I return. I am in some sort
of limbo…but what a fantastic limbo this is.
I have seen some of the most
beautiful things, ate some of the most fantastic food, and met some of the most
amazing people during my time in Florence.
All I want is more. I want to see more, to do more. After returning from
my ten day break and barely skimming the surface on all the beauty that the
world has to offer all I want is more. I wish there was a way I could wander
forever; to get lost in the world but be okay with it. I just want to travel the world and draw what
I see. I feel as if there is not enough
time to see all there is to see and experience all there is to experience. That’s just a fact of life though. Everything seems too short and there is never
enough time in a day. I just know this adventure will pass in the blink of an
eye.
Although my time here in Florence
has been fantastic thus far not all of it has been a walk in the park and a
spectacular adventure. I have gotten
used to the fact that I cannot understand most things people are saying or
doing around me. I have become somewhat comfortable with
uncertainty even though I still get stressed with the unknown. I miss the
little things at home; a simple chat with my Dad, playing video games with my
brother, and getting into random shenanigans with my friends. It’s strange that although I miss these things
I don’t find myself getting homesick.
This whole experience confuses me because I am acting differently than
how I would have expected. I would have
expected to be more homesick, but I would rather have my family come and stay
with me here if that was at all possible. I still get half way upset when
exciting things are happening back home.
Why should I be upset though? I’m
on the adventure of a lifetime, right?
I sit here now writing this unsure
of how I will feel by the time I need to return to the States. I know I will be
overjoyed to see my friends, family, boyfriend, and dogs (can’t forget the puppies). I don’t know if I will feel lost though. I am afraid that going home things will be
different and I will have to re-adapt to a place that I should feel most
comfortable. Hopefully everything will
be as it was, if not better. One thing I
do know though and I realized this as soon as I landed in Florence in August;
my time here will be one of the most amazing experiences of my life.
Street Artist in Piazza della Repubblica, Florence, Italy
The Dome of the Reichstag, Berlin, Germany
View of Paris from The Arc de Triomphe, Paris, France
The Louvre, Paris, France
Sainte Chapelle, Paris, France
Sainte Chapelle, Paris, France
Park Guell, Barcelona, Spain