Taking A Trip Down To Memory Lane: Homecoming Time

Last week in Michigan.
I went to a lot of Graduation Parties, I said goodbye to many people, I gathered my belongings together, I watched my last sunsets and I cried bitter tears.

But let’s start from the beginning.
The week got the lead out.
It began happily because I was on vacation, I felt ready to go home, I bought many gifts and I was looking forward to give them, I went to many parties and everybody knows that the things I love the most are Parties and Food, I felt well-integrated in the community,  so I can’t explain how much I was happy.

Few days before the departure something changed.
Nobody wants to be woken up while dreaming.
I was scared to come back to reality because I unavoidably lost pieces of my friends’ life, I was living (almost) on my own and I became a little bit more selfish, I was again plunging into the unknown, the “dream” became the real life and the “reality” became the uncertainty.
I fell apart.
Were my friends still interested to me? Was my family ready to my new and enriched character? Was I ready to face the summer with 15 Kg more? Yes, I gained around 15 Kgliving 9 months and 2 weeks in the U.S.A..

Saying goodbye to my American friends resurfaced the memories we had together.

While picking up my stuff from my bedroom I went through a lot of feelings and I ended up with a smile and a tear poured down my face.

Last but not least, leaving my host family was hard as integration.
Sara, Resa and her boyfriend Devin, Kara, Jeanette and the Mcdonalds, neighbors and family’s friends and relatives: they all make me feel home and I will never say enough “thank you” to describe my gratitude.
The most touching event was a short chat with Kara, my younger host sister, ended with a long and desperate crying. Kara helped me out all year long and since I am an only child she is the closest thing to a sister I will never know.

Time’s up! Put luggage into the trunk and go to airport.
You have many hours of flight to clear up your thoughts. All alone.
Now, you are back.
Now, you have to speak Italian again. Also if you don’t want.

  • Anonymous

    I really like your blog. Brings up tons of memories. I didnt know the picture of your party before by the way…I really miss that time. Stefan from Germany

  • Thank you Stefan, as soon as possible I will translate every single old post so you will be able to read it! It was a great experience and we had so much fun! Anyway, I have many other pics of that party but some of them I CAN’T post it! LOL Keep in touch!!

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