Is it possible to have a bit of all three, Mr. Wilde? I’m most certainly going to cry when I leave Rome. I’m currently debating between Japan and Belgium. I started planning long ago for Korea. I suppose that makes me a wise, efficient weakling? Well, I suppose I could live with that.
Though I am here just a wee bit longer, today is the last day of the Arcadia in Rome program. My roommates are in a tizzy packing up our apartment, and I’m sitting on the couch, debating how many markets I can hit up before the end of the day. When night falls, I’m heading off to the Museum Night, the yearly event in Rome when museums stay open until 2 AM. Then, I’m going to go cry in a piazza with the rest of my program as we protest leaving.
Though I do believe the word “love” is overused in today’s culture, I find that I’ve come to care deeply about my friends in this program–I’ll absolutely never forget them. It is highly unlikely that I’ll be able to meet up with most of them–and I’ll certainly never be able to get all 54 of us back in the same city at the same time. I’m also still madly, deeply, truly in love with Rome itself. I’ve come to accept its downsides, and I’ve learned to love even the parts of it I hadn’t known previously.
My last study abroad adventure is ending–I’m inconceivably sad by that. I’ve cried a bit every time one of my programs has ended, and I’m sure that this will prove to be no different. However, it’s only a temporary separation from my favorite city. I’ll absolutely return here, come hell or high water.
It’s been a wonderful semester. The next time you’ll hear from me, I’ll be firmly planted in Glenside for the next nine months. Ciao.
*Update: Due to the bombing in Brindisi, Italy, this morning, the Museum Night has been cancelled. Please send out your thoughts to those affected by this act of terrorism.