though it may be too late

The last few months I have spent abroad have been nothing less than amazing. Coming to thee from the Eternal City, I am filled with both gratitude and a creeping sense of homesickness. This is bigger than me and you, whoever and whichever you I am referring to. My life is not hard. I am so lucky to have had the experiences and opportunities that I have been provided with and for that I will always be eternally grateful. On most part, to my parents, without whom I will truly have nothing. But also to the people in my life who have made it what it is, whether a close friend or a good lesson. Italy has been nothing short of fabulous so far but as i sit in this cold hotel lobby, i am missing the security of home, both in a place and in a person. Between you and me, what is now is now and not forever. The only thing I can dare to ask for is to once again believe in the idea and restore the faith i once had that there are things in life (outside of one's family) that are true and real, eternal even. All I need is a sign.