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13.

Thirteen is the number of days until I am on my way home back to New Jersey.
Before I came on this study abroad, everyone would ask me if they think I'm going to love it there. And every time I would respond with the response, "Of course I'm going to love it! I even plan on moving there once I graduate to open up my pastry shop!" Sadly, for me, that's not the fact anymore.
As much as I loved my time here in Florence, I'm ready to go home. I miss my friends, my family, my dog, my job, my bed, my everything. Don't get me wrong, I loved my time here: all of my trips, the friends i've made, the classes I've attended, the food I've eaten. But to be honest, I'm done with it all. I'm done with my classes. I'm done with the Italian food. I'm done with traveling. I'm done with my roommates. I'm done with my life in Italy.
This was the experience of a lifetime and I am telling everyone to go and study abroad in any location because you will have the time of your life. Studying abroad is definitely not something that I would discourage in any way. It is something that you need to experience on your own, make your own adventures, make your own friends, and make your own memories. I know I did. The first month of being here, I would wake up, go to class, pass the Duomo and stop. I'd look up and shake my head because I couldn't believe the fact that my dream of eventually studying in Italy and learning pastry had come true. I was standing in front of a masterpiece. Why? Because that was my home for the next four months. This was the city that I was going to wake up in for the next 120 days of my life. I'd be surrounded by Italian culture: the food, the music, the people, the weather. Everything.
I've traveled to countries that people have DREAMED of going to. I have eaten foods that shock so many people back home where it's a delicacy here. I have seen monuments and sculptures that so many people have always wanted to see. I have been to about 7 countries when there are people that haven't left the states. I've received the chance to be one of the luckiest people on the planet.
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last minute to actually take out a suitcase and throw in everything right before I have to leave because i was upset to leave my home for the last four months. I think, what did it for me, why I'm so prepared to go home and excited is because I miss that comfort about being around things and people that I know. I want to go home and see a Target or an A&P, not a Zara's and a Billa Billa Billa. I want to say, "1 pound of meat please" instead of "Quatro de kilo di carne per favore" I just want to carry around quarters and not 2 Euro pieces. It's those small things that just make me feel comfort; make me feel like I'm at home. But what I think it also is, is that money is such a huge aspect to living here and I'm out of mine. I have zero dollars left. I came with thousands of dollars and now I'm down to a couple of hundred. I'm one that makes money and saves it, not splurging it on expensive clothing or bags or jewelery. I use it for things that I've dreamed of having, that I've waited a lifetime for. Here I'm paying for the trips, all of my food, buses, trains, school books, clothing, going out, it's too much for me to handle. I need to go home and have a job. Knowing that every week I'm receiving money to put into my account. I need to know that I'm capable of doing that. And that's only possible in the states, at home.
I think what's killing me the most are my friends. None of my cloesest friends for life are here with me. Sure, I talk to them really often and I write to them and talk on Skype with them, but it's not the same. To know that I can't call them every single day to complain about my problem or to tell them a juicy story is hard on me. My whole life, I've had these friends to be by my side, to get me through problems, and I dont' have that access anymore. Even here, I've made good friends, but in no way do they compare to the ones at home. Every day, I think about them and what I could be doing with them right then and there if I wasn't in Italy and it was hard on me. These last few days I've been really upset because I know that I'm seeing them soon but still every day passes and I've yet to board that plane to land in JFK and see my mom and dad's faces.
Florence, I've loved you from the moment I landed in your airport. I've seen your sights, your locals, your markets, tasted your food, and danced and drank in your clubs. I've witnessed your weather, tasted your tripe, and spoke your language. But I know that it's time for me to leave you and my home and to go back to the place where I feel completely secure.

13. The number that brings me back to my True Home.