As I sit here now on my computer watching life pass me by in Florence I feel this knot twisting in my stomach for I have to come to grips with the fact that soon this will not be my home, but just a distant memory. A great memory but a distant one nonetheless. I am kind of feeling depressed because I don't know how to act when I go home...Italy has been on my mind since I started college and now that it's coming to an end, I am basically freaking out. I am restless, can't sit in our apartment, nothing is seeming to fully satisfy me at all. What once seemed so normal is now completely foreign. The only thing left to do is live in this moment. Live every day here like I will never return, and enjoy it. But trust me, it's much easier said than done.
typical roommates during my birthday celebration.