"It's been a year". This time last year I remember struggling with my outfit, it was too hot that day. Pistachio gelato to welcome me. And Rome, again.
I feel melancholic when I think about those days, and those about to come. It gives me a lot to think about since it's been a long process I wouldn't have gone through if I hadn't gone through the Erasmus experience. I'm headed to Edinburgh in September, which adds another piece to the moving-every-year jigsaw.
I must admit I'm lost and confused. There are always a lot of people you have to leave behind, and it hurts even if you keep in touch with them. They end up being those friends you check on on your Facebook news feed every now and then and it's not the same as seeing them face to face. They become friends of memories rather than experiences.
Also, it prevents you from making plans. Who knows where I'll be next year, maybe I don't want to know.
And maybe I'll be back here in a year's time; after all I'm okay with this cruel life, the idea of settling smothers me but at the same time I can't wait to find the place where I'll be living in the future.
Maybe this incompleteness will fade away, maybe.
This was my song last year, and still applies now.
Every leaving means heading somewhere new.
