So in just a few hours I'm boarding a plane for Italy. Rome, Italy. The real one! I'm super-pumped about it, it's a crazy time, now that I'm almost graduated - but not sure I want to graduate, or what that even means... I've decided to take myself out and really see the world. Now that's an education! And I'm ripe for it.
And it's all thanks to good old Aunt Renie. She provided me with some money, and she told me to do what I want - what I really want - with it. And I'm pretty sure it's not finish my university, because what's a philosophy degree going to get me anyway?
