This Does Not Bode Well

Today is my very last day in Florence. My roommates and I are supposed to have a picnic in the Boboli Gardens and then have dinner at our favorite restaurant (il Porcuspino-the same one where we ate for the first time here).
As I left the apartment this morning, our landlord, who lives next door, was blasting Michael Buble's song, "Home". If you haven't heard it, it is all about wanting to go home. I stood there for a second and realized instead of feeling nostalgic, I don't want to go home at all. About three weeks ago I wanted to go home. Now, not so much.
Then I got into the internet place and got an e-mail about going home and teared up. You know what this means. The ugly cry is imminent. I may be able to hold it together long enough to say goodbye, although I doubt it. But at some point tonight or tomorrow I am going to lose it. I'm not looking forward to it- nothing worse than a public display of soggy emotion. But, I don't think I have much control over it.
And, you guessed it, this is my last blog from Florence. I may keep the blog once I get home- I haven't decided.
I can't believe how quickly this time has passed and how much of a dream this semester has been. I came out here expecting a lot of trials and tribulations and instead just about everything was a dream come true. I really couldn't find anything to complain about besides crappy household plumbing and obnoxious Italian men. Everything else was nearly perfect, which is definately not something I expected. I'm wondering how difficult the adjustment back to my life will be. Even just the little things like not saying "grazie" or expecting that people don't speak English out of instinct. I haven't driven a car in 4 months. I'm going from an apartment with 4 other girls back to my apartment by myself. I almost feel bad for my dog because I'll probably be clinging all over her when I get home.
On the other hand, I counted 10 mosquito bites on my right hand and arm this morning, which is unpleasant to say the least. I hope that the mosquito who did this to me exploded from over-eating. I can't wait for my bed at home and air conditioning. I can't wait to rejoin my gym (if you can believe that). I have really toned legs from all of the stairs here and a gelato gut..... not a winning combo. Plus, something that smells similar to chicken fat has spilled in the bottom of our refridgerator and formed a gel- that's when you know it's time to move out.

Thank you so much to everyone who read my blog and kept in touch with me! I am sure that it helped me feel more connected to home and helped hold off the homesickness!

I'm sure I will be seeing/talking to you all very soon!

Arrivederci Tutti!