The Last Day
It's 4:38. In the morning. A.M. Normal humans aren't awake yet. Even the sun isn't up. Yet here I am, writing this blog post. My last post that I will write in Italy. How did I get here? Didn't I just hop on a plane headed for Rome? Didn't I just start this crazy adventure? The expression "time flies" definitely applies. I never saw myself at this day, the day I go home. It was always off in the future somewhere, somewhere intangible. Yet here it is. My suitcase is packed, my duffel stuffed. The dishes are done and the floors are swept. All that's left is to say my good-byes to my second home. With my socks on, I only need to tie up my tennis shoes and I'll be out, walking the streets. Where will I walk? I don't know. Don't have a clue. I just want to walk, just one more time, through Rome. Rome and my experience here have taught me so much. Every study abroad student insists the same thing, but really. It has. This whole...