I've spent the last two weeks traveling through Italy - visiting beautiful hilltop towns and crowded cities, meeting wonderful people and eating amazing food. It's been an awesome experience, but I'm a bit homesick. I guess this is the longest I've ever been away from home so it's kinda understandable, but really? I'm in Italy! I keep telling myself to suck it up and have a good time!
It's weird because as much as I'm looking forward to going home in a week, I'm also dreading it. I feel like this has been my greatest effort to escape reality and yet flying to another continent hasn't done it. When I go home Kate and Peter still won't be there, at least in their physical form. They'll still be dead. Ugh.
On the bright side, if there is one, I do feel a growing need to start living a 'normal' life again when I get home. I want and need some consistency and I need to feel grounded instead of just trying to pass the time and distract myself. After taking a few cooking classes in Italy, I think I am definitely going to go to culinary school. At least that's something to look forward to. Gotta just keep going....somehow.