apartment 312

it's my last night in my apartment here in rome, and i am sitting with mikaela at the kitchen table. earlier today, we had to clean our apartment so that we could get checked out and get our security deposits back. now, the whole apartment is incredibly clean. but, it feels empty... like we were never here at all.

my last week in rome has been weird, a whirlwind of getting last minute class things done, attempting to do the things i've meant to do the whole time (like visit the colosseum), and spend time with everyone on my program. it's crazy to think that eight weeks ago, i didn't know anyone here, and now, i can't imagine life without them. i've been so excited to leave that i haven't been appreciating what is around me. luckily, we've dedicated a lot of time to each other the last few days. last night we watched a movie, twelve of us on one couch, with a bed pulled up on the floor in front. today we went on a carousel at the christmas market, and had a potluck. but it all comes down to this, counting down the last few hours at the kitchen table.

i still have a few more days in rome before i fly home to seattle, but i can't help but feel like i'm done. and feel incredibly confused at the fact that it's over, or that i'm here at all. where did it all go? what's next? how can i translate the things i've learned here in rome into the "real world" in seattle? sitting in a desk will feel so odd.


"the world is your school."
-fischer


"the road to wisdom?
-well it's plain
and simple to express:
err
and err
and err again
but less
and less
and less."
-hein

it's a lot to think about.