I lied.

I was ready.
I was ready to go, excited even to be going home and saying goodbye to italy and all its frustrations and differences.
Emily and I went for a walk, and it was one of those perfect summer feeling nights when its the perfect comfortable temperature, and the sun was setting, so we wandered down to the Ponte Vecchio to watch it. We sat on the ledge and talked and people watched and watched the sky turn lovely shades of pink and blue and green. And the breeze was perfect, and the lights of the buildings flickering on the Arno, and the people eating their candlelit dinner in the little restaurant overlooking the river, and (even tho it made me jealous) the happy couples sitting together holding hands and nuzzling. And then to top it all off, this guitar playing man came, and sat down in front of the busk where everyone locks their love locks, and quietly set up. And then, the first song he played, was Moonlight Sonata. For those that dont know, i was mildly obsessed with it for awhile back in high school when i danced to it and just loved everything about it. still do. and it was just perfect. calm and haunting and sweet and echoing off the bridge's arches. And so, I was completely absorbed into the moment and the scenery and the music, and i realized, i really actually dont want to go home. I dont want to go back to where I cant take a 20 min walk down to a bridge and listen to amazing music and see an amazing view. I was so ready, and now I'm really not at all.
We listened for awhile, and then the last song we heard was the Andrea Bochelli song "Time to say Goodbye". so cliche and perfect, it kinda was too much. but it was beautiful.

and now I dont want to go home.
sigh.