I had a great time in Rome. I laughed, I cried, I watched footie. I bought footie gear. I ate lots of great food and drank lots of great wine. I rested. I recharged. Of course, jet-lag coming home wiped out some of that rest and recharging, but what can you do? It fed my soul. I’m already planning another trip in May.
I really needed this vacation, it was the only one I took all year (other than my sick trip to Milan, which doesn’t count). I’m glad I spent the money to do it. I’m glad I prioritized my self-care and listened to my gut telling me I needed to go back to Italy before the end of the year. I feel more centered and focused now. I don’t have all the answers, but the questions don’t nag as much being centered.
I’m not sure what else I want to say here. I enjoyed it and I’m very grateful that I can take trips like these; I know not everyone can. I wish I could bottle this sense of centering for you, and point out the contradiction that such a chaotic city can make me feel centered. Or maybe that’s the reason – the chaos of Rome spoke the same language as the chaos in my soul and we clicked. Or something.
All I know is, Roma te amo, and I will see you again.