Josh and I exited our apartment for the last time. This had been after saying all of our final good byes to both our UNH friends and all of the people we would leave in Ascoli. At the moment, it really did not register to me that I was leaving Italy for a while. I felt as if we were going on another excursion, another adventure to another place close by.
After schlupping our stuff across town to the bus station, we boarded for Rome. From there, we navigated the city, getting a bit to eat and then finding our way to the train that would take us to the airport.
We arrived at 12:00am. None of the terminals were open. Our flight for Amsterdam left at 6:30am. We slept on the floor of the airport as two people on floor cleaning machines bounced around all night. At 5am we got our tickets.
It still did not register at take off as we flew away from Italy one last time. Suddenly, before I knew it, I was fast asleep in the seat. The two hour flight was a blur. What I do remember was the man waking me up wondering if I wanted a complimentary danish and a little cheese sandwhich. I wolfed it down and then went back to sleep.
At the Amsterdam airport we got some lunch, surprised to find variety beyong paninis and pasta. Still, despite the fact that everything was in Dutch, German, and English, it had not registered to me we had left Italy.
Then, we boarded our eight hour Northwestern flight...
And then, after two movies, it hit me.
"Attention Northwest fllyers, we will be landing in Boston, MA, shortly...."
Boston.
I saw it out the window.
It had not hit me then, even, really, until today, almost a week later, that Italy is five thousand miles over the Atlantic Ocean. I could not believe that I had been away from here for three months. The welcome home party I had (consisting of wings...yum) with my family all stopping through was alarming only in that I had forgotten had been gone for so long.
I still drink American coffee, but everyday I go into a shop I expect to see Shereen. I try to talk to the people behind the counter and folks just want the line to move. Life here is so much faster it has taken days to recover.
I think back on my time overseas even after a week and already I am swimming with memories. I think of getting up in the morning and walking through the streets. In my mind, I can still see everything about Italy.
But now I am home, and the biting New England chill, the few snow storms we have had, and the American lifestyle has reawakened me to my reality. Although I miss Italy, I am home now. I am back with my family, and I will not be back there in a while.
You know, I was expecting to come out of this trip changed. A new person. Yes, I was challenged. Both by myself and the culture, but also by those around me. There were moments where I began to wonder if the person I was before I left was a problem. If those around me really were not enjoying what they saw.
I think, however, the magic of this trip was...I did not change. I grew, yes, but all this journey did was emphasize the point that I like who I am as a person. I could not have asked a better place to learn that, either. This trip reaffirmed so many things: my faith, my love for music, and the love I have for myself (both the good and bad). And as I come home, I hope to take this time to reflect and begin a whole new chapter at UNH with a fresh spin on things.
I know, someday, I will be back to Ascoli Piceno. Before I left, I said "a presto" to everyone: the term for "goodbye, but I will see you at one point soon." I believe in that fully. But I am in no rush, really, because one thing has been clawing at the back of my head:
If there is so much to see in Italy, what is in my own backyard?
And so the journey continues...
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I really hope you enjoyed this blog as much as I enjoyed writing it. I thank all of those who read it for their comments throughout the past few months. I hope to get the final pictures up, but my internet connection here at home is just as shotty as in Ascoli. Hopefully, a large transition will happen to facebook.
I hope you all have a wonderful set of holidays, for I know I sure will! I am happy to be home, despite missing Ascoli, and I would love final comments, and I cannot wait to see all of you soon!