So I’ve been back in America for about three months right now, and, honestly, I’m still not over it. By “it,” I mean not being abroad. I miss hearing Italian all around me; my friend asked me to translate a phrase for him today in Italian and I was BEAMING over it. I miss walking around Florence, the cobblestone unstable under my feet. And I miss traveling being my number one priority.
I have a bunch of friends studying abroad this semester and I can barely look at their Facebooks because I get jealous that it’s no longer me there.
I spent three and a half months abroad and visited 10 countries. I’ve been back in America for around that time and I haven’t even left the state.
I have a different set of priorities here, which definitely resembles “real life” more than it did in the past. It’s part of growing up, which is inevitable and something that I should try to be excited about. But I don’t know if I can be excited about it if it doesn’t involve traveling in the future.