Wow, two posts in one day-I must really be procrastinating.
Anyway, I spent part of my evening looking at people from elementary and middle school on Facebook. It's weird- some people are exactly the same and some people are completely different. It's also comforting. Whoever you were when you were twelve can be miles away from who you are at 21. I'm not miles away-I still like the Muppets, Pauly Shore movies, pizza, and my dog. But I'm also pretty far from the girl who had terribly short hair, would read by herself at recess, and was hated asparagus.
This got me thinking-how much of our pasts do we really carry? Are they burdens or blessings? I'm grateful for everything that has happened in my life. I had an amazing childhood and any of the petty cruelty (let's talk about 6th grade sometime) or difficulties I faced made me a better person.
Maybe I'm pondering all this because I have been in Rome for almost a month. I know this experience is changing me, but I don't really know in what way or how much yet. Sometimes it takes years to figure out how something impacted you. The only thing I can say for certain is that for all the days when the maid yells at me in incomprehensible Italian, or I stumble over my Latin translations, or maybe it just won't stop raining...there is nowhere else I think that I should be.
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