I’m falling into an unhealthy pattern of only blogging when in extremes. Right now I’m in extreme….numbness, I suppose. I’m majorly confused with the drastic turns my emotions have taken since I’ve come back from Greece. Or shall I say, Italy. Greece didn’t really do much for me. The experience was a fantastic one, and helped me learn a LOT about myself, but nothing could ever amount to those TWO DAYS in Italy.
How could two days make me so happy? How could two days change my life so much? How could those two days help me realize where I really belong in life, who I really should be with?
I’m unhappy without them.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my family here, my mom is my best friend, and I adore quite a few of my sorority sisters and other friends at school. But I feel out of place. Last semester, it was an easy feat for me to find things to do that made me happy, kept me busy, made me feel really good.
This semester, I feel really weird.
Maybe I don’t. Maybe I’m just PMSing and in a few weeks I’ll have gone through my period and everything will be right as roses again.
Or maybe not. Maybe I’m just mourning the loss of my heart, seeing as I’ve left it in Naples and I can’t wait to go back to get it.
oh Napoli, perché mi tortura?
