Things are falling into place slowly, but surely. I went home this weekend to visit my family and best friend, and while it was bittersweet, I think it was important. I am definitely ready to strike out on my own, without being too homesick. I want to move my roots to a place I love, with people I hardly know and possibilities around every corner. I will miss people, and places here, but ultimately, I am ready.
I can’t wait to get my bicycle and put things into my little basket on the front, like groceries and wine. I want to know what it’s like to be freezing in Italy. I want to walk along the Arno River and see my breath as I exhale. I’m ready for a life that I make, not just one that is given to me because of roots and boundaries and fear.
November 15 is my departure date. Almost exactly a month until then. Time seems to crawl and fly at the same time. I dream of Italy and all of the people I went to school with there. The dreams are fragmented and scattered, and the only things I really remember are that they occurred and they involve pieces of the “boot life”. There are still things to be done, right up until the last minute and I must remember to enjoy this moment, every moment. It’s the last one like it, and it’s wonderfully real.
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