There's something about starting your day with a cappuccino with a smiley face drawn on top. Something about already being a regular at a little café around the corner from the little apartment I already call home. Something about the satisfaction of ordering in Italian. Has it only been two weeks? Not even; 12 days. And I have more to say of those twelve days than twelve years of my life. I found a new route to an already familiar building. I find new happiness in my familiar life. And I've found a place to call my own.
It's a place I share with hundreds of people yesterday, today, and tomorrow. A place with history and full of hope. I probably would not have come to appreciate this place if not for my roommate and friend, but now I call it mine. I find peace here, in simply sitting in the sun to do my homework, watching the world around me. It is not passing me by or leaving me behind. It is bustling and lively and vibrant and I am as much a part of it as the family passing by, or the tourists taking pictures, or the restaurant owners serving their customers or the children playing in the grass. This is my world now, and I am it's. Possession is not important in a place like this. I may be alone but I am not lonely. I am peaceful in my solidarity. I am content. More so now than I have been in the past when with friends. A place like this makes you appreciate yourself as an individual in this busy world as much as a vital piece of the puzzle, for I am both. This is the kind of place I can come to and sit alone reading and indulging in life, or come with a friend and have a great discussion, or come with a group of friends and share wine and make memories.
I challenge you to find a place like this, I highly recommend it.
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