As I look back at my first blog from the plane, I realize what a
little punk I was when I was leaving. I mean, of course I still
stand
by my assertion that I didn't need to find myself but to sit and
take
the time to think, but everything else about it was just
garbage.
Having left, finished studying abroad, and all that comes with
it, I
can honestly say studying abroad was the time of my life.
MISSION
ACCOMPLISHED: GO ME.
But in all seriousness, Im sitting on a plane home next to some
hot
mess girls from John Cabbot who keep screaming through their
tears "I
don't know how I'm going to go on" I pretty much feel the
same, I just
don't have anyone to cry to, nor am I still drunk from last
night.
(I'm guessing from her slider speech, and inside out forever 21
shirt).
I leave Rome having taken more than my fair share of memories. I
didn't say no to anything, I have no regrets and I am happy to
say it
was the best time of my life. Although I am going to call myself
out
for a few things.
How the hell did I write in my first blog that "I had to
make this
experience for myself" having been through it, I know that
I had such
a small part in my happiness that it is laughable. The campus,
all of
the SLA's, Mike, and everyone I met made me happy, gave me the
time
and experiences that made this semester unforgettable.
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