While growing up, I was always the kid who cried when they left camp because I wanted to stay longer. It takes a while for me to get homesick. I have always loved seeing new places and meeting new people.
In May of 2014 we were at the end of our two-week-long journey through Europe. This was a trip that I had dreamed of for a long time, yet I couldn’t wait for it to be over. I was thrilled but exhausted at the same time. The homesickness had hit me and I was ready to leave. The city was ancient, chaotic and testing my willpower. Truly I was grateful to be there, but I felt so guilty for having these thoughts.
I had never dreamed that Rome would cause so much inner turmoil. Here I was, in one of the most iconic cities in the world and I just wanted to hide in my air conditio...
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