Homesickness is where the Heart is. . . .

It's hard to believe that just a year ago I was still living in Italy. I never thought I'd miss it as much as I do, and to be honest, it still feels more like home than Ohio does. I'm afraid it always will. I won't say I ever hated Italy (I was SO stoked when I found out I was going), but for a time when I first got there, I was so homesick for the States, I would have given anything to be back here just so I could see a mall and have normal internet. After a little bit of time, I got used to Italy and the European way of life. I enjoyed it, I loved traveling, eating the local food (lots and lots of pasta, my favorite form of carbs), shopping in the shoe store down the street to pick up the latest pair of boots. It became home to me. Even now as I sit here writing, I'm homesick for Italy. Out of every place I've lived in the last nine and a half years, Italy was the one place I felt completely at home in. Right now, I'd drop everything in heartbeat if I was given the option to go back. It's HOME to me now.