Walking through the streets of Florence, I find it difficult to imagine having to live anywhere else. How do I explain falling asleep to loud drunk Italian men at 4AM and waking up to soft chatter drowned out by the melody of an accordion? How can I possibly describe watching the sun set over Firenze or the aromas of the secret bakery? No matter how hard I try, no photograph can justify the experiences I've had. Sometimes, I hold the camera to my right eye and think- this is useless. The sights are too stunning in real life to replicate on a mere screen.

I don't want to think about going home, yet all I've been hearing about are countdowns. Everyone is practically ready to leave; and to be honest, so am I. But one semester in Italy is not enough. There is too much to see and so much more to learn.

I'm going to miss this boot, but don't worry. I'll be back.