Someone just told me of this interesting concept:
You begin to feel comfortable in places right before you leave.
It means that, paradoxically, the moment when you finally start to find your niche, friends, happiness, is the same moment you prepare to leave.
This is especially true for me. For the first few months, it was hard to adjust to Florence. I had had more than my fair share of bad encounters, and I didn’t really have friends that I could hang out with all of the time. I had my roommate, but she had her own thing going on, yet I, had yet to really make friends of my own.
And then 2 months into the semester,I met awesome people during fall break in Barcelona that happened to live 15 minutes from my home in Italy. We became awesome friends within a couple of weeks, but by this time, I only had 3-4 weeks before I left for America.
And now I’m here. wishing I had more time, when 2 months ago, I was ready to get out of here. Funny how life works.