Guys, is it bad that I don’t want to go home just yet? Or that I probably wouldn’t if I didn’t really even have to? It’s funny because everyone here is just about ready to get back to the states or their homes. People are ‘done’ with studying abroad and slowly counting down the days till it ends. But the thing is, I don’t quite miss home. And it’s also funny because that was my biggest concern before even flying out to Florence. I wanted to push off that departure date and make time go by as slowly as possible to delay it. Now I’m here and saying the same thing about home. Probably because no one is even home. My parents are in Indonesia, and two of four of my brothers don’t even live at home. There’s really just my baby brother, whom yes I dearly miss very much, and my older brother and his wife. Surprisingly, I don’t really miss New York either. I only have memories of the fast paced life, the stress, stimuli gone overboard with everything that goes on there all at once, and the pressure. Being here, and away from it all is so refreshing. I don’t have to remind myself that it’s okay to be happy. That yes, success is important, but so is the present and the now.
Additionally, I love Italy. I love the culture, the language, the food, the people. I’ve yet to find my Italian husband. I rode in a car, taxi, and bus but not yet on that vespa. How can I go home just yet? So soon? I wish I’d studied here for an entire year. I know I’m going to miss this place more than I’ve ever missed any other place before. Florence, Italy has won over my love entirely and I know I’ll be forever biased for this city.