time goes by so slowly...
My mom arrives in Florence tomorrow. I'm very excited to see her, and I cannot wait for school to be over with, but yet, I am still a little sad that the semester is over. I'm very glad that I am not going home, in that I feel as if I have not done anything in this city. I guess since I knew that I would be staying after, I did not make much effort to explore Florence or Tuscany very much.
I guess what I am going to miss most is what I always end up missing most when I leave NYU: being constantly surrounded by my friends and peers. For all the shit I give Via Guido Monaco, it'll be weird to leave that no man's land between old and new Florence that I have grown accustomed to, and move to the exact opposite end of the city centre. And, in spite of all the drama of the semester, from stolen money to stolen food to stolen computers, from transvestite hookers to MTV Italia, from making friends to losing them, most of us in Apartamento Tre seemed to have stuck together. In spite of everything, I will miss them.
I have a monster final exam tomorrow for Renaissance Architecture that I should be studying for right now. Once I overcome that hurdle, school's as good as over. Of course, I'll still have my Italian final afterward, but that's like butter compared to architecture. Bo!
I guess what I am going to miss most is what I always end up missing most when I leave NYU: being constantly surrounded by my friends and peers. For all the shit I give Via Guido Monaco, it'll be weird to leave that no man's land between old and new Florence that I have grown accustomed to, and move to the exact opposite end of the city centre. And, in spite of all the drama of the semester, from stolen money to stolen food to stolen computers, from transvestite hookers to MTV Italia, from making friends to losing them, most of us in Apartamento Tre seemed to have stuck together. In spite of everything, I will miss them.
I have a monster final exam tomorrow for Renaissance Architecture that I should be studying for right now. Once I overcome that hurdle, school's as good as over. Of course, I'll still have my Italian final afterward, but that's like butter compared to architecture. Bo!