So I'll get to posting about my amazing weekend in Southern France with Melissa soon enough but I just realized that...
I have 20 days left abroad.... TWENTY. WHAT?
That means I turn 21 in 22 days and I will inevitably being doing my last moments in Florence so soon. Last Gusta Pizza, last Tijuana Thursday, last time photobombing hundreds of tourists photos of the Duomo, last time walking up Strozzi's 96 steps to class (though not so sad about that one). etc etc you get the picture I am just not okay with lasts. This weekend was potentially the last time I would be in France... SO not okay with that one.
What can you get done in 20 days?
Without me even thinking for more than 2 minutes within the immediate future I am going to an Italian Opera (wouldn't if it wasn't for free and when else can I say I went to an Italian opera?), a weekend in Rome, an art history presentation IN the Uffizi, and now Elyse is visiting Florence my last weekend here? Life is grand, but this is still not real life. The reality is setting in that fake abroad life is ending and I must accept it's shelf life.
twenty frigging days.... I can't get over it. I remember when I was thinking oh I have 67 days left this is going to be forever. WELP life moves on a lot quicker than expected.
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