First off, I would like to apologize for not writing sooner,
but things have been crazy lately!
Last Thursday was my last day in Perugia. I wasn’t more
specific earlier because I was trying to surprise my fiancé by coming home earlier
than he expected. For my last day, I ate a panino, walked around Perugia with a
gelato, attended the Umbra farewell appertivo, and then went to Pizza E Musica
for a later dinner. The entire day I was in denial, and continue to be so. It
hasn’t hit me that I’m not going back there. It feels like I’m on one of my
Thursday night at 1am, Umbra shipped us down to Rome on
buses. We arrived at the airport by 3:30 am and my flight wasn’t until 9:45. At
this point I had been awake since the following morning, but I wasn’t tired and
could not sleep at the airport. I spent time talking with friends and staying
Around 8 I said goodbye to everyone and went through
security to my gate. When I said goodbye it didn’t really feel like I was. I
know I’m going to see my roommates again, I’m just going to have to realize
that it isn’t going to be for a while.
The flight was fine, long but fine. I slept for about 3
hours, but of course it wasn’t anything solid. I sat next to a woman who had
studied in Peruiga many years back and now lives between Italy and New York
City. Sounds like a nice deal. During the flight I was served a horrible,
microwaved cheese and chicken sandwich. At that moment, I knew that I would
never have my amazing Italian panino, made by my favorite panino man, again. I
think that was the first moment that I realized that I was leaving.
Clearing customs was easy, but dragging my 70 and 60 pound
suitcases wasn’t. Help wasn’t far beyond
the gates though. My mom and stepdad was there and it was so great to see them!
Especially since they had Reeses peanut butter cups for me.
With every step I took outside that plane, I felt more and
more like I was in America. Everything was written English, people were
speaking a language that I fully understood, and when I got to the streets,
people were stopping at stop signs!
I somewhat successfully surprised my fiancé back at the
house. He has an inkling that I was coming home since he hadn’t heard from me
in about 2 days and someone somewhat slipped at the bar the night before about
Since I’ve been in America, I’ve seen most of my friends and
family of course, but have also done many other home-in-America things. I’ve
driven a car…quite slowly and cautiously. I’ve taken a hot shower and dried
with a clean fluffy towel. I’ve washed and dried my clothes in machines. I
slept in a big, supportive bed at the same time as the heat being on. I’ve
eaten Subway, two times. I’ve watched basketball and football with English
commentary on an obnoxiously big screen TV. I’ve been to a supermarket and
Walmart. And the list can go on and on…
As I’ve already said, it really hasn’t hit me that I’ve left
Perugia and am back in the “real world.” I’m very happy though to have returned
for the holiday season. I feel sorry for those who are still stuck in Europe
because of the snowstorm and airline holiday strikes. I’m really sorry I put in
that order for snow so soon.
I wish everyone very happy holidays! I’ll continue to blog
about my “re-entry” experiences. I’m sure there are still good stories to come!