There is no place like home.

I made it to Florence, Italy! Hurray! Now if my body and mind will only cooperate with what I know my soul is feeling...hahahaha allow me to explain; jet lag.

I boarded the plane a bundle of anxious nerves, squeezing the mess out of a plush miniature football my brother gave to me and trying not to look like a lost puppy. I yawned big, chewed my gum hard, and squeezed that football like there was no tomorrow, and amazingly enough, no ear pain! Not one ounce, PRAISE THE LORD! But (because there is always a but), I HATE flying alone.

My natural character as it is has a bit of anxiousness to it, so I don't need the help of a cross country trip to make me any more of a crazy person. I was on the brink of tears and even shed some just a few times, yes I know I am a baby. I just NEED someone to hold, and touch, and squeeze, and squeal to through the whole process. SO....I hated that. Gross.

Next....I can NOT believe that I am in Italy! WOW! Really?!? It just feels like a super beautiful place and that I can still reach my loved ones so easily, but, I can't. This sounds really sad huh? Lol, I should be rejoicing that I am in Italy and instead I'm writing all this junk.

The unknown is scary. And all these girls are so so sweet. Every single one of them, and I am grateful for that. The place is beautiful. I believe that I will have an amazing time. But (because there is always a but)...there is just no place like home. Whether that home is split because of college or whether it feels like home because your special someone is around....the feeling of home is priceless. I personally don't care for the physical home I have. But I love the people that make it up. And I love the extended ones that make up my family. My  extra brothers and sisters, and of course my dear boyfriend.

I wish all those people could be here with me! Maybe that's why it sucked so bad on the plane because instead of being excited and being able to share that I had to hold it in and be scared. I am NOT looking forward to riding in that plane again for the ride home....but the people on the other side of it are so worth it.

And so is Italy. :)