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so i told myself i wasn't going to use this anymore.
i was going to stop posting permanently and just quietly comment on others happenings around me. but, i believe this is an appropriate time for a good post.
i leave rome in 3 days and counting.
now that the time has come, i'm not sure i want to go.
this weekend, while on capri, i was so excited to see everyone and come back to open arms.
but tonight, after eating pizza with my italian prof and class, on via trastevere with trams clunking down the track and mopeds wizzing by, i felt empty.
roma has become my homeland, and i don't want to leave.
as much as i could complain about the little things that drive me nuts, i love it here with all my heart.
meeting for class in front of the colosseum, or breaking in the middle of class to grab a gelato...
finding the meaning in an ancient artwork, found in a dusty corner of a church...
getting bored at 10 pm, and just hopping on the tram down to the vatican for lack of anything better to do...
walking to school in the morning up 124 steps to monteverdi....
singing songs in harmony after hours with the owner of my favorite wine bar in rome...
reading an italian sign and understanding every word for the first time...
i don't want to leave.
but, i'm not going to lie
a semester would have been too much here in this program.
why?
i have not seen or done anything hardcore musical for a month.
i have practiced one note, or attended one concert (unless you count the gypsy musicians on the trams).
it's been a hiatus of sorts for me. i've been living the life of a normal person...and let me tell you...i want my music back.
i very much miss it.
it has been as though i have been missing a limb.
it's like the feeling you get in the morning when you leave to go out and think you may be missing something...only to discover you forgot deodorant, so you go the whole day feeling awkward, checking yourself every five minutes for a sign of something amiss.
yeah, it's like that.
being here has also made me appreciate other things back home.
like peaut butter.
long showers.
free refills.
my family.
my friends.
my boyhead.
my trees.
michigan.
oh dearest rome...
thank you for helping me find myself.
your crossants are amazing...
esp. the ciocolato ones.
thanks for all the good things.
now that it's time for me to leave,
please don't forget me.
...I was in love with the place
in my mind, in my mind
I made a lot of mistakes
in my mind, in my mind
you came to take us
all things go, all things go
to recreate us
all things grow, all things grow
we had our mindset
all things know, all things know
you had to find it
all things go, all things go...
much love,
amy
i was going to stop posting permanently and just quietly comment on others happenings around me. but, i believe this is an appropriate time for a good post.
i leave rome in 3 days and counting.
now that the time has come, i'm not sure i want to go.
this weekend, while on capri, i was so excited to see everyone and come back to open arms.
but tonight, after eating pizza with my italian prof and class, on via trastevere with trams clunking down the track and mopeds wizzing by, i felt empty.
roma has become my homeland, and i don't want to leave.
as much as i could complain about the little things that drive me nuts, i love it here with all my heart.
meeting for class in front of the colosseum, or breaking in the middle of class to grab a gelato...
finding the meaning in an ancient artwork, found in a dusty corner of a church...
getting bored at 10 pm, and just hopping on the tram down to the vatican for lack of anything better to do...
walking to school in the morning up 124 steps to monteverdi....
singing songs in harmony after hours with the owner of my favorite wine bar in rome...
reading an italian sign and understanding every word for the first time...
i don't want to leave.
but, i'm not going to lie
a semester would have been too much here in this program.
why?
i have not seen or done anything hardcore musical for a month.
i have practiced one note, or attended one concert (unless you count the gypsy musicians on the trams).
it's been a hiatus of sorts for me. i've been living the life of a normal person...and let me tell you...i want my music back.
i very much miss it.
it has been as though i have been missing a limb.
it's like the feeling you get in the morning when you leave to go out and think you may be missing something...only to discover you forgot deodorant, so you go the whole day feeling awkward, checking yourself every five minutes for a sign of something amiss.
yeah, it's like that.
being here has also made me appreciate other things back home.
like peaut butter.
long showers.
free refills.
my family.
my friends.
my boyhead.
my trees.
michigan.
oh dearest rome...
thank you for helping me find myself.
your crossants are amazing...
esp. the ciocolato ones.
thanks for all the good things.
now that it's time for me to leave,
please don't forget me.
...I was in love with the place
in my mind, in my mind
I made a lot of mistakes
in my mind, in my mind
you came to take us
all things go, all things go
to recreate us
all things grow, all things grow
we had our mindset
all things know, all things know
you had to find it
all things go, all things go...
much love,
amy