“More than anything I want to be home now. I’m really hoping I grow to love this city or that the month goes by quickly!”
The chance to spend all of July in Florence to study art sounds like a dream, right?
Unless you’re me.
That first sentence you read was what I wrote in my journal the first day I was in Florence. The furthest I had ever flown alone was from my home state of New Jersey to Michigan, I had never been to Europe before, and I don’t speak any Italian - so you could say I was a little nervous.