6 Months Out

It's officially been six months since I left Rome.

For about 4 and a half of those months, talking about Rome made me sad, although I knew how much fun I had, and what an amazing opportunity it had been, but I couldn't help but be sad about it. Sad about friends I missed, unique opportunities I thought I wouldn't have again.

A lot has gone on in the 6 months since I've left Rome. I started a job that I love, that took over my summer that I loved every second of. I became a senior in college, and I moved into an apartment by myself without any furniture, and my (nonverbal) brother outed me at his birthday dinner (long funny story).

Although I was back home, surrounded by those that I love, working in a job I couldn't get enough of, I was always a little sad, low grade depression, I felt like that awkward ball from the depression commercial. I would sit and think of all of the fun I had, doing nothing at all. It wasn't a cute look.

Finally school started, and all of my friends were back in town, and classes started up again, which proved to be a challenge between my already busy work and social calendar, I was able to reconnect with my friends from Roma, and begin to get the hell over myself.

I've begun having a lot of fun, mixed with super boring nights in, asleep by 10:00 because I am le tired. My irrational "depression" finally lifted and I finally started doing things I love again. I randomly walk around neighborhoods, and started remembering what it was like to explore a new area, living in a city of so many. I felt like Colleen was back in my head telling me to do fun things, and get out of the IC.

Thank god I got over it, and am having darn good time, more blogs still to come. Thank god I finally realized that life is still a postcard.