Writing Assignment #5

After Writing Assignment #4 I am sure everyone could tell that I wasn't too excited to be going back to Rome. But being back really has made me appreciate everything I left. Coming home to my bed, and the familiarity of my surrounding really made me appreciate Rome more. I feel like "home" isn't just where you live, but a place where you feel comfortable. Even though on my way home I couldn't feel the pull that Rome has over me, I felt it as soon as I got off the train. Being able to navigate from the train station home, grocery shop, and just sit in my living room, made me feel good.

This really got me thinking about the true idea of home. There are so many people we see on the streets everyday, what do they consider home? It is interesting that we can recognize the homeless people, they seem to always be in the same areas. Why? I think it is because they have their own sense of home... even though they might not have the actual physical location. But sitting on the same bench, watching the same people go by, and sleeping in the same shop door.

What would happen if they were given a home? Would they find different ways to appreciate it then I do? I didn't want to come back to my 5th floor apartment, with a balcony looking out on to one of the cities most beautiful piazza. Whats wrong with me? I wonder what things I really do take for granted on a daily basis? If these people who have nothing could find happiness and home in the little they have, why couldn't I be happy coming back? I have been thinking a lot about how spoiled I am to have these things, and how I can appreciate them more. It was nice having everyone gone this weekend. It really gave me a chance to think about things, and really get to know somethings about my self. This taught me a lot and I am thrilled to be back in Rome, and extremely lucky I had somewhere so great to come back to.