It's been a little over a year since I last left the country, and I'm starting to get the itch. It's always the same-that hunger that starts to grow in the pit of my stomach, when if left unfed begins to growl like a wild predatory beast.
I don't know why it's so difficult for me to stay in one place. I have no problem lying on the couch all day long watching trashy shows on TV. But when it comes to traveling, I might as well be Homer Simpson in a bar. The substances are different, but the addiction is the same. We both suffer from the same intoxicating effect-especially the part where you feel all bubbly inside(although in Homer's case that's probably when he's about to burp).
But I'm getting my fix in a mere five days, so I should be able to make it until then. That is, if I can finish (and consequently start) packing, obtain my visa, and find a decent plane read. And I have to do all of this while working twelve-hour shifts until the day before I leave. Gotta earn some green so I can live large in Italia, right? Oh yeah, that's where I'm headed by the way-to Italy. Florence, more specifically. Despite traveling to many European countries, I've never been to Italy. Until now, I guess. If it's anything like when I studied and lived in France, at the end of the three and a half months I'll be there for, I won't want to leave. But alas, life must go on. Not to mention I would probably die of gelato-overload if I extended my stay. Speaking of which, dinner anyone?
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