I swear to God (I know, I shouldn't do that...), there are days when I feel like the luckiest man that has ever existed. Not in the whole world. Not even in the whole universe.
The Luckiest Man That Has EVER Existed.
Have you ever had that feeling? Walking down the street on one of the most innocent and unassuming days of your life - it hits you. This uncontrollable smile spreads itself across your face. Maybe you even chuckle a little bit to yourself, as if you know this really great secret that the rest of the world is ignorant to. It's weird and it's difficult, if not impossible, to describe.
Sure, it's really frickin cool that when someone asks you where you live, you get to reply "Rome". And it's also really cool that you got a job - teaching English, mind you - precisely one day after starting your job search. God has definitely been watching over me.
But it's more than that. It's more than living in this city so rich with history and art and culture and beauty. No...that doesn't even begin to describe the most basic level of this feeling. It's about knowing - deep down in the bottom of your heart and soul - that you are where you were meant to be at precisely the time you were meant to be there. It's about being homesick, but knowing that given the choice, you wouldn't go back home.
3 comments:
same way i feel about saying, "i live in san francisco". though honestly rome sounds cooler.
JT - you, too...huh? it's a wonderfully refreshing feeling
lukas - rome may sound cooler, but the reality is that as long as you absolutely love the place...well, then you've got it figured out
You've been to many more historically amazing places than me...duh! But, just so you know, I recently went to the Luxor-- Las Vegas' best casino-- and learned a bit about ol' King Tut. I also had one hell of a room-service pizza; none of that basil, mozzarella, tomato sauce bullshit most Italians are used to.
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