Today, which is my 21st birthday, is around the halfway (one month) point of our trip, which means everything starts getting a little more real. I'm made to realize again how unreasonable, arrogant, and even cruel I can be at times - not so grown up after all. We've survived our first fight - Rome was not a relaxing place to be. Because of my hopeless romanticism, I fully expected it to be my favorite city of all. I did love seeing the ancient sights: the catacombs, the Sistine Chapel, St. Peter's, the Colosseum, etc. The history was as thick as our ridiculously expensive little jar of peanut butter, and was even more exciting to the senses. But the first tendrils of homesickness started to creep into my heart in Rome. I thought I was surviving
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