I’m headed home as I write this final* blog post, thankful for the incredible time I spent in the Eternal City. It would seem I tried to cram in as much as possible in the four short months of the semester. There are still about four hours to go before I touch American soil, but they cannot wind down soon enough as that which I have missed has now trumped my thoughts in lieu of even a few more hours in Italy. I’m excited to soon have head clearance when walking down stairs or through rooms, a bed that can fit my 6’3 frame, for less expensive groceries, for free water and reliable internet. The most superficial things relative to the experience of living in a foreign country are more palpable than even getting back to the piano and are trumping my reunion with family and friends.
Thank you for sharing this experience with me. Perhaps obviously it was difficult to maintain a frequent update of what I had seen and learned throughout Italy and the nearly 50 cities to which I traveled. It has been a pleasure to bring a bit of my time abroad in Italy to you back home, though my photos and writing. I hope I’ve captured the spirit of my education as a graduate student and expressed the need for a better architecture of community than what we on average share in the U.S.
This moment on the plane I’m catching up on my backlog of posts as a distraction from the American luxuries which await. I have a transfer to make from Dulles to BWI, and I’m spending an early Friday night at my aunt’s before an early flight to Cleveland on Saturday. As I journey through D.C., and in the coming days, these “superficial things” which I miss will certainly be interspersed with thoughts of my bucket list that wasn’t quite completed or ideas on future trips. With all that I’ve learned and the incredible amount I have seen this semester and had the pleasure of sharing with my classmates and family, it is clear that there is much to be studied and taken into the career ahead of me. I’ve already begun a travel list for the next time I’m in Italy. And the third time.
The old adage certainly rings true: for Rome, a lifetime is not enough.
*Chronologically, this post is last. I’ll do my best this summer to fill in the 50 gaps I’ve left.