“Rome is the city of echoes, the city of illusions, and the city of yearning.” — Giotto di Bondone
I start with this quote because I am thrilled to have the opportunity to study in Rome this fall. Simultaneously, I am apprehensive. There are so many things I want to do, so many things I want to see, so much of my life to discover. I am leaving in five weeks, and what am I doing? Cleaning my room and watching a Rick Steves DVD that I checked out at my local library. (Library DVDs are possibly the best deal I have ever encountered.) I just feel … panicky. All of a sudden, I find myself worrying about the classes in which I enrolled. I am worrying about laundry, shoes, and costs.
I am doing far too much worrying and not enough enjoying. I am right by San Francisco for five more weeks (even if those weeks do include some cashiering work, hopefully). I ought to enjoy my time at home. My departure will be both joyous and bittersweet, but that is a while away. I’m worried about leaving my family though. At times, my extended family just feels so unstable. At other times, it feels as if there could be nothing better than a meal with my grandparents.
I feel like I’ve gone far enough with this entry. This is just the beginning of my travels.