And now I’m back from outer space. You just walked in to find me here with that sad look upon my face. Probably because I didn’t want to leave Viterbo at all. Anyway, this is long overdue as I’ve been back in California since May 21st, 2013. Now, the only dose of Italy I get is when I’m out with my friend and bust out some Italian at the bar just because I feel like it and I’ve got a few IPAs in my system.
Long story short, I spent my last few days in Italy nearly alone, since most people left on the group flight. It was lovely though and my walk through the city at 5 am to get the first train to Rome was beautiful and heartbreaking. I took pictures along the way as the sun was just starting to breathe a bit of light into the sky. I couldn’t bring myself to walk past the apartment that was my home for those 5 1/2 months and I was holding back tears the entire way. The Italians probably thought I was crazy or something as I sat alone on a bench at Porta Romana sobbing with my backpack, because I probably looked like I had only been there for a weekend. Little did they know, I had shipped two huge boxes of my possessions home the week before and my 55 lb suitcase was already in storage at Fuimicino.
After about 18 hours of flying and layovers I arrived at SFO in San Francisco where my parents were waiting for me. I immediately started crying as I hugged my mom, though I still haven’t been able to figure out what percentage of that was from having missed them while I was away and from being so upset to be going back to Chico, Calif. after becoming so settled and happy with my life in Viterbo. Though, my double double meal with a Neapolitan shake at In-N-Out did cheer me up a bit.
So, America the beautiful is a thing right? But upon my return, I couldn’t help but compare it to the gorgeous and historic country I had just spent nearly half of a year in. It really wasn’t measuring up. Then I realized that I was kind of comparing a dog to a cat. Dogs and cats are completely different species with different tendencies and different looks, though both make great pets. Some people prefer one or the other, and some like both. Well, I’m a dog person, but I definitely have a place in my heart for cats as well. America is the cat that I’ll always know and love, but Europe is the dog that I’ll always want to have with me. So, ultimate goal is to get a great PR job at a global company so I can move over there.