It took a full month, but here we are. I am homesick, I want to snuggle with my dogs in my big bed while watching American TV. It seems ridiculous to say that I'm pining for something and somewhere familiar but unremarkable. I miss my family too, and they are pretty remarkable. I just round out that my littlest nephew is reading and I'm going to miss the other one's first reconciliation and first communion. I have to keep reminding myself that I'm doing what I've wanted to do since I was little, I'm fulfilling a goal that I set for myself, I just have to remember that this time in Europe is going to go by so fast and I'll be Rome-sick in America before I know it.
The Jersey Shore, that is.
