One Day.
Today, last year, I landed in Florence, Italy for my Fall semester abroad. I left home, left my parents who, mind you, I have never been more than 10 miles away from my ENTIRE life, for what I only hoped would be a life changing experience. I wasn't prepared for what I got though. Because what I got was more. My God, it was so. much. more. Sometimes I think that I didn't feel homesick or alone/depressed because I was blessed enough to have someone I trusted wholeheartedly and whose company I enjoyed and welcomed, with me on this journey. But then again, I have always been into risky, sometimes lonely endeavors. Into traveling and experiencing things that I'd only imagined before. The thrill of searching and finding, of exploring, of independence existed inside of me long before I knew enough to acknowledge it. (My parents can stand testimony to that!) But despite it all, despite the excitement and the lack of homesickness, I was scared out of my mind. I was walking into