Four months ago I sat anxiously in the car as my dad drove me to the San Francisco airport.
It was 3 in the morning.
This is when I knew I was about to experience something life changing. My stomach started to have that aching feeling like when you’re about to go on a roller coaster or about to have an important interview. Leaving behind expectations and the familiarity of home, I was ready for an experience that would change me forever.
It’s now my last night in the apartment; my friends have now left Perugia, some back to the States, others traveling with their family. I really don’t know what was more difficult: not knowing when I’d see them again, or the realization that our adventures in Europe have come to an end.
And to be honest, I can’t find the right words to describe the past few months, or how strange it feels that my time in Perugia is ending so abruptly. I wish I could accurately describe how incredible it feels when you experience a country for the first time, the exhilaration of feeling like anything is possible, and the heart-warming comfort of Perugia after a long week of traveling.
I am cognizant of the over-whelming appreciation I have felt literally everyday– towards my supporting family and friends back at home, as well as the friends that I like to call family here in Perugia.
Even though my time in Perugia is over for now, I am comforted knowing this simple truth: if life is the adventure, then the adventure never really ends.
“Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry.” -Jack Kerouac
Here’s to living fearlessly, with every intention of discovering something new. Off on my backpacking adventure.