Today I packed my things. Damn.
I have been feeling ready to go home, specially since I have not been there for a year. But last night, walking through this city I couldnt help myself. It is overwhelming for sure. I went by the baptistery with Igor and neither him or I could believe the incredible piece of architecture that we saw in front of us. I told him on one of our first nights here that I would never take that building for grounded and I never did. Every time I went by it something inside of me shrunk a little.
Florence is absolutely spectacular. When I look back to my semester I just cant believe it. This place has given me so much more than what I give it credit for. True, I never felt like this was a life changing experience, neither did I feel anywhere close to being friends with most people in the program. They are great, but they are just acquantances. People that I will look back to and think to myself “They were nice, but I didn’t get to know any of them really”. Its mostly my fault tho, they were open to be known. Im just too cocky to make friends I guess.
I am going to miss Florence