From the moment I got in a cab to go to orientation in New York to taking out my good ol' suitcase this week, I've had the most amazing time. I've had my fair share of ups and downs, but I wouldn't change anything about my experience. Not one thing.
Tomorrow, I go to Trani for the going-away party a good friend is throwing (Tess, another American exchange student) and to say goodbye to Ian (Canada) and Charlotte (New Zealand) because year and semester students are separated for departure. Thursday, I say goodbye to everyone in my town. Well, everyone I can convince to meet Emily (Germany), Anna (Iceland), and I for our second to last night in Gravina. Friday, a pancake breakfast with Emily, last-minute packing, pizza with the family, and a night out on the town. Saturday, I say goodbye to my host family, leave for Rome, say goodbye to Emily at the bus station, am reunited with the other semester students (Emma!) from our orientation in January, and enjoy my last night in Italy--the last night of this experience. We leave for New York the day after.
It's gone by fast. Too fast. If someone called me right now and told me I could stay for another five months, I would say yes in a second. But honestly, I'm happy. I'm proud of myself. I did it. I had the most amazing time in the world. I had an experience that not many people do. I grew into the person I wanted to be.
This will be my last post from Italy. In bocca al lupo to all of the people I will say goodbye to this week. To the people I may never see again. To the greatest friends ever. To the best host sisters. To the people who made this experience what it was. It's been incredible. Unbelieveable. Unforgettable.