It is unbelievable to think that it’s been over 3 months since I arrived home after the year of a lifetime. As I sit here on my couch, anticipating a full day of homework and school tomorrow, I think to myself, why did I ever want to leave Italy? Can you believe that I’m saying that?
I had a very tumultuous relationship with Italy and my time in Rome definitely wasn’t perfect. But my life in Vancouver isn’t too peachy either. I’m lost here and I don’t know where to go. People keep on asking me what I plan to do in the future, what I’m studying, where I’m going next. The answer is: I don’t know! I think in Rome I had more direction then I do here. At least I had a job, new friends, and a pretty exciting life that continued to get better as time passed. I have so many memories that I wish I could relive over and over but I can’t. The truth is that now I’m home and I need to move on. I can’t keep on living in the past. The past isn’t now – the present is now and I need to be living in it!
The last few days in Morocco I remember to be a whirlwind. We enjoyed our time in Goreme by exploring underground cities, climbing into deep valleys, eating delicious food, and appreciating the amazing cave art around some steep cliffs. Travelling on to Istanbul was our final stop and even though we didn’t want to return home afterwards it kind of seemed time to move on.
We stayed in a very centrally located area of Istanbul and were able to walk everywhere. It was Ramadan so it was interesting to experience the fasting of the people around us. Everyone would gather in parks and public areas ready to break their fast together at the sound of the imam chanting. We visited Topkapi Palace, the Hagia Sophia, the Blue Mosque and so many more beautiful places. The bazaar wasn’t exactly what I expected but it was still amazing to see. We traveled to the European and Asian sides of Istanbul. We swam in the ocean. The weather was beautiful and hot but it made the last few days abroad perfect.
Ending in Istanbul was the perfect way to end my year in Europe. And then a 14 hour plane ride later and we were home. It’s amazing how fast these things can come to an end. One minuted you’re in Istanbul and the next you’re laying in your bed wondering if it was all a dream. Sometimes I think it was.
I’ve come home now and people don’t quite understand everything that’s happened to me while I was away. I’ve done a lot of changing, inside and out. I don’t blame my friends at home…for them the year went by as normal and I was just gone. Life went on for them and for me. It’s just that this past year is something I’ll never be able to express and it’s something I’ll need to remember – I will always remember!
So those are my thoughts tonight. I’m feeling emotional, nostalgic, and I am the head of the ‘Natasha Pitty Party’ committee at the moment which sounds pretty pathetic. But it’s the truth. And what I need to do is to admit the truth and then get over it. I need to be thankful for what I had and move on. Life can get better, even in my not-so-exciting home. Hopefully.