So I've been living in Rome for 12 days now. I've managed to argue with my long-distance boyfriend, make an ass of myself in public, and get lost. I've seen things more beautiful than I can describe and tasted incredible food. I wonder how I will readjust to American life. No walking to the market to buy oranges, or seeing St. Peter's Basilica on the way to class. I won't have any breathtaking vistas to admire, or roses to smell.
Slowly I'm remembering/relearning my Italian. I'm starting to act less "American". I sincerely wish I had brought proper clothing. I wonder why I didn't pack well. Nerves I guess.
I like it here, not enough to permanently stay, but it is changing me. I can feel it.
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