(somewhat sad to have to leave)
Just moments ago, I was electrocuted. (My universal adapter failed me!) As I was pulling the plug out of the wall, a surge of electricity ran through my index finger and spread up my entire arm, which is now sore and achy. The bad thing is, it was my writing hand, the left one. The good thing is, this may be the start of my super-heroship! Maybe I'll start out small, like powering a toaster, a microwave, an iron. Next I'll power my car and soon entire cities will come to me to power their citizens! Ok just kidding...but seriously, it hurts!
My last day here is fast approaching. Today I'm taking two finals, which I find it really hard to care about since I've graduated already and don't need the credit. Afterwards I'll celebrate with my two remaining roommates (the trouble-maker having left for her flight in Palermo at 1:30) and tomorrow I'll spend my last day swimming at the beach, walking through Ortigia one last time, attending the farewell dinner and going out on the town.
I feel anxious about coming back home. Everytime I think about it, my heart races. I can’t figure out if it’s merely the trek getting to Louisville (which totals four flights) or having to adjust back to American life. I didn’t experience culture shock here, just a little old-fashioned home sickness. I’m excited to see everyone but I wish I had more time to hop around a little. I wish I could have gone to Germany or Greece or Spain. But I suppose I’ll just have to come back some other time.