Journey to America.

Well, coming home from Italy was quite an adventure---that I never want to live again!! It was AWFUL. My carry-on bag ended up being overweight and I had to pay for it to be checked onto the plane. Of course it had to be paid for in EUROS so when you turn that into American dollars it would make anyone wanna cry, so that’s what I did, cry. I tried to adjust my bags by making a huge mess on the floor right in front of the counter, but nothing worked. That Italian lady could have been a liiiiiitttle bit nicer about it, I mean, geez lady its 4am, did something crawl up your butt already? So fine, I had to go all the way back downstairs in an elevator with all my stuff to pay for my bag, still crying. It is then that I realize that I don’t have tons of money in my account because I haven’t been working (because I have been in ITALY) and I just might get an overdraft from these dang Europeans and their euros. Now I REALLY have a reason to cry. Lol I remember just begging God to get me home. I actually was perfectly fine with LEAVING Italy at that moment.

I got my carry-on checked onto the plane and forgot to take my laptop out so when I remembered, I prayed to God very hard for that not to be shattered into a million pieces either. Lol sigh, man this story is funnier now than when it was happening. I finally get on my plane and it was such a relief. When I got back to the states it was honestly funny to see so many people who seemed to be waiting for our arrival and anxious to help us (Italians are not into customer service). But then, only 2 hours away from home I got a FIVE hour delay because our plane had a little problem. PLEASE, do not try to fix the plane and put me back on it, order another plane. And so they did. lol I got home suuuuupper late, but my family was there waiting for me with a cheesy sign that looked like the Italian flag, welcoming me home.

After 19 hours of traveling I am home. I’m still very tempted to say “excuse me” in Italian and I honestly miss hearing Italian everyday. I’m teaching my siblings the small stuff and integrate what I can into my speech.

I’m kinda scared to look at my pictures though; I might miss it too much….