one week.

i leave in a week.

yup, a week from today i'll be sitting on a plane, hoovering somewhere over the Atlantic ocean, heading back to Miami.

but i can't come to terms with what i'm feeling exactly.

as excited as i am about getting back to my life... (playing with my Mia, enjoying the sun, getting a new job, etc etc) i'm really sad i'm leaving.

obviously because it was a great experience... i mean, to know a different way of living, to travel, to realize you can survive in a city (at least a week) without even knowing the language, to drink a bottle of wine in the middle of the city, to live (for three months) as an immigrant.... ;)

i guess i've learned a lot, and i'm sure i've changed a bit for the better.

maybe that age old saying is right, in some way, afterall...

"...with every end is a new beginning."