Today I was thinking about Italy. Remembering an experience I had on free travel in Assisi. And another memory of something that happened in Rome. It seems so surreal. Those things seem like the things that you only see happen to people in movies and stuff. How does that ever happen in real life? How did that ever happen to me? And then sometimes I can't believe that I'm back. How could I possibly not be in Europe anymore? How is that possible? How is that right?
But I've been occupied. Not just with school activities and such, but with culture shock. It's become quite the addiction for me. A real adrenaline rush, to realize that what you are experiencing is either something that you've not experienced in a very long time or something that you've never experienced; either way, you're not used to such things and you absolutely do not know how to react. Call me crazy, but I've discovered that I love this feeling. It's one of those feelings that you want to stay. but the thing about it is that it doesn't stay. Not when you're back in the place where you grew up. Or at least the next state over.
Fom one historical building (the villa) to another (Pattie Cobb Hall). With a breif stop in a Dallas suburb. From the ladies' cooking to Nutella and bread to Chipotle and Mom's cooking to the Caf. From Caffe Mario to Java Ranch to Java City. From my HUF family to my Meadow View family to my Harding family. With a little bit of no one but me and Jesus thrown in there too.
Yahweh is a genius. And I am an addict. End of story.
