I was in Europe for 5 months.
Looking back it doesn’t feel that long, but I guess nothing
ever does. I’ve been asked around eight million times (rough estimate) ‘How was
abroad, where were you? Spain right?’.
No I wasn’t in Spain, But Rome was awesome though.
I feel like I’ve talked with enough people about how abroad
was. It’s a tough question to answer when your mind is so preoccupied by
readjusting to home. It almost felt like I wasn’t gone at all, so reverting my
mind back to the long time I was all the way across the world was more difficult
than you would expect. Rome just became a new home to me, a new means of living
in a different place, with different relationships, a different routine, and
different experiences.
Once you get past that hump of study abroad where it feels
like a vacation, you start to develop new perspectives on where you are. Things
that didn’t previously seem to matter start to matter a lot, and you start to
adjust to the community around you. There were many aspects of living abroad
that I never considered in the first few weeks, like finding foods I was used
to buying at the grocery store, interacting with workers at restaurants and
cafes, or talking to people I didn’t know. These things aren’t important when
you’re surrounded by the novelty of a new place, but as time went on they start
to wear on you.
Now that I’m back, the same thing has happened to my home in
the states. I missed being back in Columbia, and I missed the United States in
general. Yet, like after the first few weeks of being in Rome, I started
missing things from abroad while living in Columbia. First off, you can’t find
good yogurt anywhere. That seems like such a trivial thing, but the yogurt in
Italy was creamy and delicious and real. The gelatinous Yoplait stuff we serve
here just doesn’t compare. Seriously, I don’t understand why no one sells
decent yogurt. (Side note, if anyone knows where to find blood orange juice,
let me know because I’ve been craving it every day since I’ve been back and I
can’t find it)
In a less food related note, I miss walking the beautiful streets of Rome. As much as I love Columbia, it’s hard to argue it matches up with Italy in terms of history, culture, or beauty. I miss finding good wine, cheese, and other produce for cheap. I miss sitting on the porch of my apartment on Via Annone and watching the sunset over the aging yellow terraces across the street.
In a less food related note, I miss walking the beautiful streets of Rome. As much as I love Columbia, it’s hard to argue it matches up with Italy in terms of history, culture, or beauty. I miss finding good wine, cheese, and other produce for cheap. I miss sitting on the porch of my apartment on Via Annone and watching the sunset over the aging yellow terraces across the street.
The longer I’ve been back, the more I realize it’s the
little things that make a place a home. The oak trees hanging over Greene
street. The soft light of the horseshoe at night. A Cookout tray after a night
out. A craft beer from a brewery down the road. The more I think about my
experiences abroad, the more I realize I appreciate the places I call home for
the minute aspects of life that make them that way. It sheds a light on where I
hope to live, and where I see myself in the future. Getting up and changing
homes for a semester like one does for study abroad challenges you to look at
where you’ve been and where you’re going in a different light. In a way in lets
you recharge your batteries, and reset your life back home. As I mentioned, it
felt like I was almost never gone, and after being home for a couple of months
now, I am beginning to appreciate that more and more. I’m blessed not only for
my home on Greene, but for that little apartment nestled by Piazza Istria too
and I will forever appreciate my time abroad.