Italy was my never land. I managed to move to another country to postpone the idea that I had to grow up and figure out what the hell I was doing with my life. For four months I tested the limits of just how much trouble I could get into without speaking the language, lived without a care in the world and never thought about what was ahead.
What was ahead was graduation, a functioning car, a job, an apartment, an adventure just as big as Italy.
I thought it was appropriate to move on now. I’m not in Italy anymore. I look out my window at the parking lot next door not Palazzo Signora over the rooftops. I can’t find a train that will take me to Venice on the weekends, just Cleveland and piazza doesn’t come in the shape of a heart anymore.
I’m no longer living in Italy, I’m not in college anymore, I’ve moved onto my next great adventure and that’s experiencing what life has to offer when you wake up before noon. For the first time in a long time a sunrise means the start of a new day, not the end of an evening and my morning alarm is no longer a choice.
This blog is now for everyone that has forgotten the constant struggle of being in the most awkward part of their life and for those of you who get to look forward to a daily fight with an alarm clock, not knowing what you want and figuring out who you really are.
I’m not going to pretend I have it all figured out but I’m learning to piece it together one day at a time.