I should have posted this long ago, but I’ve been horribly preoccupied as of late and time has really gotten away from me. I mean, it’s already September! Can somebody please tell me where the time has gone?? I would really like to know.
We are two weeks into the Fall semester and I can already feel the weight of my responsibilities crashing down on me. I have to do hours upon hours of reading each night, I have several essays approaching, and now one of my professors expects me to know how to use Excel by Friday! Don’t get me wrong, I love my classes (no math!!), but all this hardcore study – along with work, club meetings, LSAT study sessions – can be stressful at times.
The stress of day-to-day life makes me yearn for this past summer – for my adventures in Italy and France – when I felt so carefree and alive. Living and studying in Florence, if only for the month of June, made me feel like a completely different person. I wasn’t tied down to anything or anyone; I could go wherever I wanted and do what I pleased, and I was never bored. It was amazing to have that freedom.
There’s a quote I love that says “To travel is to live,” and it’s so true. My life is generally pretty boring, but this summer I truly lived. I went on a few crazy adventures, met some cool people, and gained a lot of hilarious stories. I ate some of the best food of my life, hiked up a mountain to hear the San Miniato monks sing, made my own pasta, explored the Amalfi Coast in a weekend and [just barely] made it back in time for class on Monday morning, danced on a table in a discoteca that overlooked my beautiful Florence, ate like a king in Bologna, tasted Chianti wines in the Tuscan countryside, saw the Ligurian coastline from a rubber boat, explored the Cinque Terre in one day, slept in a train station with Syrian refugees, walked through little villages in the south of France that looked like they were straight out of Beauty and the Beast, and experienced how beautiful Paris is in the rain. I could go on and on about how awesome and crazy my trip was, but I will end here. I have an early class tomorrow so I must go to sleep and return to the real world, but tonight, I will dream of Italia.
Until next time,
That One Girl








