Typing that is so weird. Saying that is weird. Currently everything except what I’ll need for today and tomorrow is packed. We have to go through our food and clean our room. It’s so weird. I’ve been trying to imagine what it will be like going back home and I can’t, really.
I’m going to miss my roommates. The independence. The public transportation. The crazy weather. The guys at the fruit stand who actually stopped being creepy. Our apartment with the balcony and the stupid door that is never quiet. The grocery store. Actually using cash. Wait-no, I won’t miss that part. I’ll miss the people, though. And the languages. And the history and the museums and everything that makes Rome Rome.
I’m excited to have a dryer, a toaster, a microwave. I can’t wait to see my family, my friends, my books, and my pets. It will be nice to pay for everything with my debit card, to not have to convert everything to euros, to leave my passport at home. I can’t wait to drive and sleep in a bed that doesn’t feel like rocks and see signs in English.
But I will miss so much. I only just met a guy that I could really like (already do), but I wil probably never see him again after tonight. I will miss Romina, who has a job here in Rome after her graduation in a few days. I will miss Stefanie and Lindsay and Ashlyn and the random AUR friends I’ve made.
It’s just such a bittersweet moment, right now. I wish I could stay in Rome for the rest of the summer. But I know it wouldn’t be enough. I want to go home and see everyone I love, but I want to stay in Rome with all the new people I love, too. It’s confusing and irritating and depressing and exciting and now I’m going to cry because I don’t want to go.
Well, I guess now is a good time to plan my trip back. I think December is probably appropriate, yes? Yes.