when you spend a quarter of the year in italy, you can't help but look back and reminisce. it's a bittersweet pang of nostalgia. those vintage-y cars you see every where, honking along the streets of roma. the way the people, city scene, and zara stores make you want to be an italian supermodel. at a girls dinner this past week we all started talking about italy, as we often do, and we came to (obvious) conclusion that a city like Seattle is just so meh compared to those of italy. in firenze or roma or wherever, the city is yours for the taking and every turn brings something new. maybe you're thinking, rosin, you fool, that's only because you didn't know where the f you were going. true. but, i still feel like no moment was had twice even though i often wished there were. three months wasn't enough. i don't know what it is, but it would be a dream to find out...
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