It's a surreal sort of experience. The first few days I was home, it was as if those 4 months previous had passed at a normal pace then suddenly someone hit fast-forward, and there I was, back in Cincinnati. It felt as if I had never left but still a big chunk of a few months was missing. It seriously felt like one long dream. It still kind of does, but as I go from day to day I see things that remind me of Rome and I'm reassured that it really happened. Things came to an abrupt halt. I went from the relaxed lifestyle of a hustle-and-bustle ancient city, back to the quicker-paced midwest; a house of seven girls, to a house with parents and pets.
The more I'm back, the more I realize how special home can be. At the same time, the more I'm back, the more I want to get back and explore the rest of the world. I know I have plenty of time, I'm just very impatient.
I would like to keep this blog for something...perhaps all things foreign.
As for my time in Rome, it sparked a major urge to live and work in another country, continue to improve my Italian, and learn other languages. I will conquer them all and become the smartest woman alive. Yes, I will do that.
