Saturday, 5:57 AM
And just like that…
Still haven’t even begun to wrap my head around it, but I’m leaving for the airport in one hour, and will be out of the country and heading home in less than four.
Had my last dinner — spaghetti al pomodoro, pollo, finocchi, biscotti. Had my last celebratory glass of Vin Santo (which, out of all the alcohol I’ve had here, probably comes closest to being my favorite when it’s done right). Finally learned the Italian word for ‘to return something.’
Took my last pictures with my host mom. Finished packing. Spent a few hours out on the street and on buses soaking in the last Italian I’ll hear for…I don’t want to think about how long.
This is not quite the last blog post here, as there are still at least a couple things I want to cover, but this is the last time I’ll be writing from Florence. And all I find myself able to say is that this has been undoubtedly one of the best things I’ve ever done, and I already miss it like I can’t even believe.
BUT, flip side is that I’ve been away from home from far too long, and if I’m going to miss this city when I leave then at least I’ll get to stop missing everything (everyone) else. And honestly, it’s hard to really let the melancholy sink in when I’m also feeling so ridiculously euphoric. Home! Favorite people! Christmas!
So, Dear Everyone:
I’ll see you in 16 hours : D