Italy has been the best experience and I feel so blessed to have lived here and traveled for three months. It truly is indescribable and you never really know until you experience it. But there is nothing like the feeling of home. And in less than 8 hours, I WILL BE HOME. I have come to appreciate America so much. Just a few things I appreciate...we know the concept of lines and waiting patiently, variety of food choices, very nice hotels, not as big of a worry of pick-pocketers, not paying extra for condiments, not having to pay for tap water at restaurants and many more things that I could go on about but I will spare you : ).
We had a great apertivo last night, where we invited the staff of the palace and our professors. I made a slideshow of a lot of our memories and it was a great time of fellowship and reminiscing on this wonderful time we've had together. I truly could not have asked for a better group of girls to be in Italy with for three months. We had our little fights and everyone got tired of each other, but all in all we got along and clicked so well. I feel like I've gained 19 new friends. That is what is going to be the hardest part about leaving - is leaving these great people. The positive about living with 19 other girls is there is always someone there to listen or laugh with. Each of these girls contributed a different quality that made this trip the best it could be. I am so thankful to each of them for that.
Cinzia and our (our Italian lifesaver!)
The fashion girls!
Our art history professor, Susanna, and I. She has such grace and elegance!

Tonight we had our last group dinner and our "Momma O" (the GTA of the group) gave a great toast and went around and said a personal speech to all of us. I have expressed how nervous I am about the next step of my life and moving to New York (if that is God's will) to Momma O. That was what she addressed in her speech to me - how I am going to take New York by storm and to remain confident in whatever I do because she will always have faith in me. Let's just say the ugly cry came out. You know when your face gets all squished up and you start to not be able to breathe. Yes, that was me tonight.
Our last trip to Rome...
One of our first trips to Rome...
I cannot express how thankful I am to my parents and God for blessing me with this experience and these last three months. America, here I come!!!
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