My friend at home, before I left for Italy: “Enjoy every moment of this semester! It really goes so fast.”
My classmate in Florence, before I headed out for spring break: “It’ll be gone all too soon.”
My professor at SUF, before I handed in my completed final exam: “I can’t think of a semester that has passed by quite so quickly.”
And here we are, my final stretch of days living in Italy. When did the days leave me? Did they slip out my sliding door while I was asleep? Or was I looking the other way when they waved goodbye?
I’ll be retroactively adding and bits and pieces of things I’ve written and photographed in these last few weeks so I can complete this little scrapbook of my journey. It’s got a bittersweet ending.