Personal day, Solo Date, Me Time. Whatever you'd like to call it, it really is essential. I've never been one to treat myself to time alone. My self-care habits have mostly included massages, new clothes, an extra coffee, or new Coloupop Lippie Stix. But recently, on a day when I was feeling particularly absent-minded, I decided to really treat myself. I called into work, and headed to the movie theatre.
Eight days from now, January 21st, 2017, one of the largest demonstrations in my history will take place on Washington DC, with sister marches across the US and in more than 30 other countries around the globe.
I have been asked over and over why I am choosing to march. My answer is typically one of the basic statements behind the march: I am marching in solidarity, women's rights are human rights, etc. But the real answer is none of those. I am not choosing to march. I HAVE to march. In these recent times, there is no other option than to speak for our rights. There is no possibility of changing the outcome of November past and more importantly, I am not protesting your Republican; it is so much more than that.
To put it simply, “The exchange really is forever”. Little did I know that those foreign exchange students whom I only spent a measly 20 days with in 2012, would still be in my life four years later. Rewind to June 2011 when, in the last week of my Junior year of high school, I received an email with the name Sophie Monachini, the Italian girl who would come live with us for 10 days that fall. Cut to September when all of us Americans were waiting at the gate with flowers and posters decorated with our respective Italians’ names.
To the people who made college so manageable~
You know who you are. The never-ending texts with the emojis that summarize our lives too perfectly, the infinite amount of sleepovers, and the countless number of embarrassing photos we have of one another, are all part of what makes this chapter so much harder to close. I never would have made it through these last 3.5 years without you. From Preview to Commencement, you have each touched my life in so many ways. I don’t just have my parents to thank for my degree, because you too played such a huge part in my success.
As a study abroad student, living the Florentine life can be an incredibly rewarding experience filled with great food, amazing people, and new adventures. However, to truly get the local experience it can be helpful to focus on the culture itself. Otherwise it is very possible you'll end up with a semester abroad filled with memories of drunken kebabs and no Italian vocabulary. Here are some great ways to go about your life as a local in Florence while still enjoying your time as a student!
Life is complicated, that's a given. I'm just here to talk through the rough patches, celebrate the successes of adulthood and figure out what the hell we're doing.