here.i.am.

as the days pass me by more quickly than the one before i stumble upon the sudden realization that my italian adventure is nearing its end. with a mere 16 days before i begin my journey back to the us strange senses of excitement, fear, sadness and confusion rush in and out exchanging turns occupying my mind. i have a strong sensation i will miss the simple pleasures about the italian day to day life i have been living for the past three and a half months. my jumbled up emotions have placed me in a different mindset each day. i am excited to go home and see my friends and family, but i am sometimes afraid of how much i will actually miss not only the day to day challenges of living in a different country but the city and everything that this inciting experience has offered me. the language, the food, the people, the friends, traveling, and the memories. i am afraid because i do not know if i will ever have the chance to be back here. it sounds so strange but i feel like i am leaving home and going home at the same time. i have grown attached to florence for its character, beauty, history, and life. i am overcome with sadness at the thought of the sudden and abrupt abandonment i will cast on florence. i wonder if i should have had an impact on the lives of my favorite barista, how will it be once i leave? i am sure life will carry on just fine when i leave. then it will be time for the next group of study abroad students come along and leave their mark on this remarkable city. i will be parting ways from the people i have made outstanding friendships with, we will go from our beds being across the room to across the country. i would like to say i have had some small impact on florence in exchange for the immense impact it had on me.