The two suitcases sat stuffed to the zippers and still a mountain of clothes weren’t going to fit. I sat on them. Packed in as many individual socks as I could. The furniture of the room encircled my four months of living turned-two-suitcases, leering at me with a forlorn emptiness.
Goodbye bed, goodbye room
Let’s put it this way. I’m sad. I’m happy. I’m looking forward and back and inwards. This has been an incredibly eye-opening semester of my life. I’ve expressed on several occasions that it has perhaps been the most incredible experience of my life…I’m sorry band camp, you almost made the cut. It was a tough decision but one that had to be made.
I’ve officially moved out of my apartment. I’ve still got a few more days in my apartment, but it has come with much heartache. One of those bits of heartache come from saying farewell to the incredible city that is Perugia. I stayed here for four fabulous months of my life, a city that I didn’t even realize housed many centuries of history in its very structure. I was given an in-depth tour of the city, and now I can still by the building materials of any wall in the city if it was Etruscan made (pre-Roman Empire), a medieval construction, or constructed by the Papal States.
Architecture aside, saying goodbye to friends is undoubtedly the hardest. Friends from America who, although living in the same country as me, will be difficult to see again or often. Friends from Korea (I prefer not to even consider the logistics of seeing them again). Italian friends, from Perugia and Rome. I’m not trying to brag (although it’s pretty impressive right?) just expressing how fulfilling this experience has been, and how difficult it will be to tear myself away.
Andrew! You told yourself you weren’t going to cry. Stay strong…You’re a man…
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What do you do when you’re running headlong into the future and then you come to a cliff? I’ll tell you what you do, you stop running. If it were possible to set time in reverse, that’s certainly what I’d do, but given that this is an impossibility, I’m doing me best to slow down the daily routine and appreciate everything that I have here before it vanishes.
Class these three weeks have probably been the most unreal of the semester. With only a week left of classes, I have none of the motivation to continue as I was before. And it’s not that I’m planning to bojangle (slang: avoiding things of a productive nature) the final days, but I don’t want them spent in my room reviewing all of the irregular conjugations of Passato Remoto. I’m still going to class, but I’m realizing that pretty soon my progress is all going to come to a halt. How do you deal with a change like this? I have yet to figure out. I almost feel suspended between the time of intense work I had for three months, and the final day or two of packing that will inevitably come before my plane.
As such, I have compiled a list of things to accomplish on my final days here:
1) Play Pool at the local pool hall: this is a dream I have harbored since the beginning of January, and have yet to realize. But it will happen soon.
2) Visiting the South of Italy: Will be discussed in future posts
3) Souvenirs for family and friends: Oh how I’ve worked on these, yet I feel far from completion.
4) Souvenirs for me: Weird to say, but it was actually quite easy to forget.
5) Goodbyes: To friends American and international, I am now fighting an uphill battle to have goodbye celebrations, say goodbye and thanks to everyone who affected me. The hardest part.
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Try not to be intimidated.
Frisbee: the name of the sport I play and the dog I adore. When I’m away at college, I forget about my poor little Pomeranian (he tries to be manly, but a puff-ball can only do so much). When I returned home for fall break, he was one of those little pieces that I realized I missed despite not thinking about him for the past two months.
That’s what college does: the ordinary and routine of home life suddenly deepens. It turns out—and let this secret slip—that our parents and loved ones do a lot for us. It’s not until you’re away from it for a while does the appreciation grow.
So, this goes out to all of the mothers and fathers out there who do so much for their children. I want to send them a message of hope: they will be grateful. But probably not until they leave. And for those of you planning your collegiate exodus from home: consider what you have now. The few seconds it takes may make you a happier part of your family.
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