What if i never get to go back? What if that was it? And the thing is even if i do go back it’ll never be the same. I got five months to run and play and find a home in a city that would never be mine, and I know how lucky that was, I really do. I got to meet amazing people and see things that people only dream of. I lived in every sense of the word. My whole life has changed, my perspective and my view on so many things- family, friendship, love. All of it is colored by this experience. It just scares me that I might never have anything like that ever again. It scares me to think of the streets, and places and people I miss so much. I know that it will always be carried with me, I don’t think it’s something you ever forget. The chattering of italian, the warmth of the sun, the sky, frolicking through the streets to get to the apartment, our bridge. The games and the laughter, the art, the kissing. So many memories it’s like our ghosts are running around Florence right now. I just wish I could have it all again and again one thousand times over.