I came to a strange realization on Sunday that I have been in Rome for a full month already. It feels like last week that I was wandering around the airport with lost puppy dog "help me I'm poor" eyes. (Seriously, if you get nervous going through airport security at home, imagine getting yelled at to take your boots off in French). As I reflected on the fact that my time abroad is already a quarter done, I realized how fleeting the time and memories are.
I never wanted to make a blog because 1.) I hate writing 2.) I'm lazy and blogs seem like a lot of unnecessary work 3.) The only people who care about what I'm doing is probably my Mom and Dad, and maybe my Aunt and Grandma. I'm still hesitant about starting and I don't think I will share the link, but I wanted something for myself to capture every moment I spend here before they get erased by time.
SO, here we go, future Emily (and maybe some randos who have the misfortune of stumbling across this pathetic attempt at a blog), I'm about to divulge every boring and sometimes interesting detail of your trip to Europe so maybe one day you can look back and get a good chuckle.
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