It's Very Nice to Go Trav'ling
As I put away stickers and little rolls of ribbon, I couldn't help but feel isolated in my blue vest. Why, oh why haven't I fallen in love? How is it that someone has never be able to bring themselves to love me? I had a pounding headache and was starving and dreading the thought of the dryly academic 100+ pages awaiting me, when I turned my head and made direct eye contact with a decorative wall stone that looked antique. It had the cracked, vintage-y silhouette of the Coliseum and in bold, perfect letters above it, the stone declared: ROMA.
And it suddenly all made sense.
And it suddenly all made sense.