Back to reality...

It's has been an astonishing 6 months since I arrived home from the UK and I find that I still need to pinch myself to remember that the experience I had been dreaming about for years really did happen, and in the words of Biggie Small wasn't "all a dream".

I've had to keep looking at pictures to remind myself of the magnitude of where I was, what I saw and who I met. I'm sure others who have been abroad can appreciate the dream-like attitude with which someone looks at their trip. Again, I wouldn't change a single part of it (ok maybe the volcano) and my only stipulation is that I wish I had more time... But isn't that what we all want?

Now I'm on the other side: the holiday season is upon us, my 22nd birthday is near and graduation seems closer than ever. While time may never slow down, I realized I can. It's a luxury to be able to sit in a outdoor cafe in the middle of Florence with a cafe au lait and a biscuit and contemplate the joys of life. But with the good must come the bad, and I would gladly accept the bad since it meant I could have the amazing experience that I did.

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