It’s December 19th and it has just finally started to hit me that my three and a half months of living in Europe is over.
And my eyes are trying to hold back the tears.
The tears I cry are not sad tears. They are of joy for every experience that I have encountered. They are celebrating every person that I had the chance to meet. They are remembering every laugh and smile that I came across.
They are the bittersweet tears of my enchanting and breathtaking life in Milan; from the beginning to the end.
And that is why I am crying.