Dec 04, 2007 13:59
It's funny how anticipation makes everything seem okay when in actuality everything is really not. The thought of flying home has made me feel on a constant high. Although my photography class has been canceled, and there are no others that I can fit into my schedule to replace it with; although VII just emailed me, even though I told Mary Ellen Mark I'd work for her; I can't help but think positively. If it were any other week I'd crumble to the ground cursing the heavens, but I'M GOING HOME. I'm finally, finally coming home.
But wait...
Where is my home? Being here I've missed New York so I am going to replace Florida, officially, with New York. It's all very complicated. When I'm in Florida, I want New York; When I'm in New York, I want Florida. When I'm in Italy, I want America; soon when I am in America, I will want to be in Italy. ¡Ay Dios Mio!
I would not replace this experience for anything. I am the luckiest person I know. I have met many, many amazing people. I have seen unbelievably beautiful places. I am leaving with some of the best friends I have ever had. I am also leaving to come back to my very own apartment! I will technically have my "home"! The day that I walk into my adorable apartment with Vikki I want to spin around in circles until I throw up.
There are so many wonderful things I want to tell you about, but I can't. I have to wait. Others must find out before you do.