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.
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…