That Too-Good-To-Be-True stuff. I still have a hard time believing that I'm in Italy. I've come to the conclusion that to really feel like you're experiencing a new place you must live in the moment.
It feels the realest when I'm shoved outside of my comfort zone: getting lost, not knowing how to successfully or efficiently get around town, the language barrier, and especially, having to watch out for the safety of me and my roommates. Experiencing feelings like fear, frustration, nervousness, exhaustion, confusion - intermixed with elation, awe, inspiration, and accomplishment.
My feeling is that successful adventures encompass all of these facets - teetering on the perfect balance of the Home vs. Hell continuum - those of course being major extremes. My point? I don't know...welcome to my stream of consciousness.
I suppose I just hope that I don't come home from Rome and have that feeling of Did-That-Just-Happen? I guess I'll make a point to be constantly aware and always living in the moment, creating adventures as I go.
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