I'm starting to breath the air differently, knowing I'll be leaving this New England freshness soon. I had my last night of African dance on Monday, and as we ended the dance, drums coming to their end, tears began streaming down my face. I'm looking up a lot, noticing architecture that I've never noticed before. I'm spending time with friends, but conversations always include something more we'd like to do together...and then remember, a mix of sadness and excitement, I won't be here. I eat huge salads and am thankful I live near a whole foods coop. I run around the pond in the mornings, wondering if running in Italy is acceptable. We only start to appreciate that which reminds us it might be lost. Italy. I'm coming.
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