Today, I arrived in Rome. After years of poring over books about Roman history and art, I am finally here. And it’s more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. I sense the feeling of being at home. A familiarity, although it’s my first time in this place.

After eating a plate of freshly made pasta, I meandered through the streets, obsessing over buildings that had flowerpots in windowsills and orange trees growing in courtyards. I listened to old ladies speaking Italian and carrying groceries, felt my heart burst overtime I saw winged angels carved in stone and then I sat on my windowsill watching passers by. I feel like days don’t really get much better than that, and these are among the many reasons why I travel. To fill up. To pour out.
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