"You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place, I told him, like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you'll never be this way ever again"
-Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azir Nafisi
It's been a year since I have posted. At the risk of sounding like melodramatic, I thought I'd left the author of this blog behind in Italy. Another layer of life has settled over my soul and I will never again be that girl.
Studying abroad was the manifestation of every fantasy I'd ever had. The romance of it made me brave. The excitment of it inspired me. For the first time in my life, I believed that what I had to say might be interesting. Despite my four suitcases, I'd left all my baggage back in America. So I wrote. I read. I had lunch by myself and didn't feel like a loser. I did optional work for my classes because I wanted to. I didn't feel guilty for eating whatever I wanted. I achieved a kind of satisfaction with my life that was unprecedented for me.
When I came back from Europe, I thought I'd lost that. I stopped writing. I didn't think anything more wonderful or exciting then a semester abroad could happen to me. But then it did.
I fell in love.
I used to write things and fear that people would notice I didn’t know what I was talking about. And then one day I realized, I did
I think it's time to start writing again.
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