As soon as I waved goodbye to my family at RDU airport, I felt my eyes well up with tears. I hate when my emotions do this…I’ll always be fine up until the time I depart from my loved ones, then my heart explodes. I fought tears at least five times since leaving from Raleigh. Just the thought of how this will be a completely different experience for me, how I was alone for the majority of my flight, and how was not getting to see, feel, taste, and touch home and the things that make me feel comfortable makes me feel scared. But sometimes being scared or nervous is good, especially when it is a new experience.
Nevertheless, I am excited(?) to start my new journey in Rome. I think that once classes and orientation begin, I will begin to focus on that and excel, as I do oh so well.
Because of COVID and all the restrictions that came with it, I got used to being at home with my family and their sometimes annoying attributes. But, once I left, it really pulled at my heart. Like dang, I'm not just upstairs in my room now. Im not a two hour drive away at my dorm in Greensboro, North Carolina. I am alllll the way in ROME, ITALY, which is over 4000 miles away. And don’t get me started on my baby (shepherd-lab mix) King. I'm already counting down the days until I see him again.
It’s around 7 hours left in my flight from Atlanta to Rome, and I’m urgent to land so I can talk to my loved ones. I pray that this trip makes me more of a people-oriented person and makes me appreciate what I have right at home.
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