....Home!

I don't feel like I have anything to write anymore. I'm not in Italy anymore! Will I have to put my blog on hiatus for 15 months till I start my next whirlwind adventure (that is, gap year, followed by college, followed by..... THE REST OF MY LIFE). I mean, obviously this is going to be a great next year, but everyone I was writing for is right here now so I don't need to write posts to keep them updated on my overly-fascinating life. But, because I love to write and because interesting things will continue to happen, and because I haven't written in my journal for a week, since I got home, I'll try to sneak in a post every once in a while.

Taffy had surgery today, and for a while she was licking the stitches, so we had to put one of those giant collars on her. We had a few minutes of laughing hysterically as she tried -attempted- to maneuver with this huge addition to her head, and then we took pity and removed it. So if she chews off her stitches and gets infected and we have to race her back to the vet's, we really shan't take pity again. And anyways, it's hilarious. My mom was the one who finally took it off, not me.

So.... how was Italy? (hint: in three words or fewer)

It was.... big? life-changing. cool. amazing. italian. difficult. extraordinarily real-life. long. pastry-filled. relaxed. scary! the best year of my life.

Too many words.... I fail at the most often-asked question of the last few days! How can I answer that? I guess all I can do is make a broad, sweeping generalization that sort of scoops up the entire roller coaster year in one big heterogeneous fistful, compacts it, and pops it back out in easy, portable form. Everything's portable these days.

But I can't complain - being back is overwhelming, but everyone is wonderful, enthusiastic, welcoming - having to leave Italy is forgivable when you get to come back here.