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When in Rome

I find myself back in this beautiful continent of Europe, and nostalgia cuts deep. Just 5 days in and I’m already reminded of so many memories of the past. It’s been almost 4 years now. I’m only a bit older, but perhaps a bit wiser. Visiting the Last Supper in Milan today, it was drilled into every visitor that pictures are forbidden. For a moment though, I still contemplated taking a picture anyway, just because, you know? It’s not like I’m religious or even a Christian. It’s not even like there’s anything I could do with the picture. So I realized then, “Jesus Christ. This is the kind of shit I would get my cheap thrills from just 4 years ago?” I remembered visiting the Statue of David in Florence, and thinking I was so defiant for effortlessly taking whatever pictures I wanted. Yikes. Did I really have nothing better to do than to try to piss off the Italians? I almost feel a little embarrassed at my former self. As I arrived back in Rome later today, I stared at the railway tracks in Termini. I remembered running through the tracks in Lisbon in the middle of the night — laughing, taking pictures, and then having to scramble back on platform not without getting yelled at by security guards. I honestly have no desire to emulate my teenage self this time around. I’ve come to understand deeply that this world is not as carefree as I lead myself on to believe. Everything is full of consequence, and chance mistakes will cost me greatly. Despite all of this, I still plan to have an incredible trip - so long as I retain an underlying sense of responsibility. Also because, you know, I do still have to go to school. Orientation tomorrow, and class begins Tuesday. Meep.

My vacation is over, yet just starting. 

If you can see a future without me and that doesn’t break your heart then we’re not doing what I thought we were doing here. – That 70’s Show  
Teatro della Scala

Teatro della Scala

There is this odd trend
of taken women
saying they are too much,
and how the men they love
are amazing for dealing with them.

Love should not be a responsibility.
You should not have to deal with me.
Just because a woman is wild
and free
does not mean she is difficult.
He is not a martyr for loving me
through the good
and not so good.

Some mornings I will wake up swinging,
you do not get a gold star
for still loving me.

Some mornings I will wake up like a lamb,
you do not get a gold star
for loving me.

I am not a hurricane of a girl,
you always have the chance to leave.

Michelle K., Hurricanes. (via michellekpoems)
Enjoying the finer things in life at the Grand Hotel Villa Serebelloni in Bellagio ☕️👌

Enjoying the finer things in life at the Grand Hotel Villa Serebelloni in Bellagio ☕️👌

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