Take me back to Florence, where every weekend was a different adventure to a new, heart warming, country. Nothing has satisfied me since I’ve been home, and I really mean nothing. I long for travel everyday, but now I’m broke and have a real life to live.
But who says my life I’m “trying” to live is even what society considers “real”. The day I graduate I might just pack up my bags and go beyond my dreams, and go completely off track of the life I have been planning out for years.
The more I think about it the better it sounds.
This lady girl is my inspiration, I WILL look like this come beach season.
Playing with these Cuisenair blocks in my elementary math class (EDU335), wishing this black one was charcoal, and that this was an art class.
Oh yea, and I wish I was in Firenze.