Conflicting feelings...
I was just suddenly and intensely struck by a feeling of profound homesickness.
It occured as I was lying here in bed, perfectly content with my life here in Rome. I had just eaten a nutella/straciatella gelato from Old Bridge. I had just bought my tickets for the Roma-Milan game this Saturday, where I would sit in Row 9 and see David Beckham play in person, for only 12 euro. I was planning a trip to Prague and Tuscany the next weekend for a relaxing spa/winetasting retreat. I was even pretty close to finishing my paper proposal for Travel in Italy.
But then, for some reason, I felt this intense wave of missing something--and I couldn't help but think of Davis. And all of the sudden, I missed the crisp, warm mornings in the spring when I would wake up, and then promptly curl up and go back to sleep. I miss late nights sitting on the couch playing apples to apples. I miss beerpong. I hate that I'll be missing Tour de Franzia, and so I even miss the searing heat and dehydration of drinking nothing but bad wine and biking all day.
I miss hot drunken summer nights and the Brave Gypsies.
I miss the comfort of my friends back home, like some big fluffy wonderful all-encompassing blanket that I could just wrap around myself and sink into and be content. I miss biking (ohgod so much). I miss house parties. I miss calling people at midnight to play blackout, or king's cup, or ride the bus, or fuck the dealer. I miss hordes of gay men invading my apartment living room.
However: I love Rome. Even with the intense feeling of homesickness that I'm going through now, I couldn't bear to leave Rome. It's amazing and everything I had hoped it would be (except with a lot less booze involved) and I am so grateful every second that I'm able to stay here. So I'm in a bit of a dilemma: if only I could bend the earth itself and place the two towns next to each other, then life would be perfect.
Or in other words, I'm a spoiled brat. I have so much to feel lucky for but all I want is more. :P!
It occured as I was lying here in bed, perfectly content with my life here in Rome. I had just eaten a nutella/straciatella gelato from Old Bridge. I had just bought my tickets for the Roma-Milan game this Saturday, where I would sit in Row 9 and see David Beckham play in person, for only 12 euro. I was planning a trip to Prague and Tuscany the next weekend for a relaxing spa/winetasting retreat. I was even pretty close to finishing my paper proposal for Travel in Italy.
But then, for some reason, I felt this intense wave of missing something--and I couldn't help but think of Davis. And all of the sudden, I missed the crisp, warm mornings in the spring when I would wake up, and then promptly curl up and go back to sleep. I miss late nights sitting on the couch playing apples to apples. I miss beerpong. I hate that I'll be missing Tour de Franzia, and so I even miss the searing heat and dehydration of drinking nothing but bad wine and biking all day.
I miss hot drunken summer nights and the Brave Gypsies.
I miss the comfort of my friends back home, like some big fluffy wonderful all-encompassing blanket that I could just wrap around myself and sink into and be content. I miss biking (ohgod so much). I miss house parties. I miss calling people at midnight to play blackout, or king's cup, or ride the bus, or fuck the dealer. I miss hordes of gay men invading my apartment living room.
However: I love Rome. Even with the intense feeling of homesickness that I'm going through now, I couldn't bear to leave Rome. It's amazing and everything I had hoped it would be (except with a lot less booze involved) and I am so grateful every second that I'm able to stay here. So I'm in a bit of a dilemma: if only I could bend the earth itself and place the two towns next to each other, then life would be perfect.
Or in other words, I'm a spoiled brat. I have so much to feel lucky for but all I want is more. :P!