My thoughts on being home

It has taken me a while to decide just how I feel to be home. Everytime someone asks me I feel like I don't have an adequate answer. Its very bittersweet. I think about the moment I finally got home and saw my family waiting for me in the airport, and know that I'm so happy to be home. With all the madness trying to get out of Europe, (I know, who in their right mind is desperate to leave Europe?!)I've never felt so happy to see my family. I'm so glad to be able to reconnect with all the people I love. The hardest part about studying abroad was the feeling of disconnect between me and all the people back at home. The time difference made it hard to talk to people and all I wanted to do was share the excitment with people I care about. I'm glad to be back in a place where I don't get lost every week and I can understand what people are saying. On the other hand I miss Italy. I find myself wishing that I could go walk past the Santa Croce or get a sandwich from Antico Noe. Its definitely not as exciting to go to classes here, mostly because the veiw is not near as great. For the most part I am just very grateful to be back in America, but occasionally I wish I was back in Florence....maybe one day.