Nostalgia.

I think I’m finally understanding what it means.

When I drink my morning tea, I’m reminded of my morning cups of epsresso. When my little cousin tries to whistle, I’m reminded of my host family’s little grandson trying to whistle. When the weather is so hot here, I’m thinking about how much nicer and colder Florence was. when i see the smog, I think of the nice Florentine air. When I eat my rice, I’m reminded of risotto. When I eat a piece of chocolate, I’m reminded of Baci.

Everything is connecting back to Italy, and when it’s not, I’m thinking about the upcoming spring semester.

Physically, I’m here. Mentally, it’s hard to be. There’s way too much in head from the past few months, and so many crazy things coming up, I can’t freaking just BE. 

merde alors.