Day and I have just a few days left in Florence, before we continue our vacation in Rome. Our month in Sicily went by fast and now our month in Florence is coming to an end, and I’m still a mess.

I know I have been incredibly fortunate. Not everyone gets to do what Day and I are doing, and have done for more than 20 years. We’ve have seen more of this beautiful world than most people will ever get to see. We’ve done it by ourselves, with family and friends, and my cup is overflowing with wonderful memories. But, that is not the whole truth, the whole story.

I begin every vacation with the hopes of leaving all the worst parts of me behind, and finding the person I want to be, the person I was meant to be. It doesn’t work that way. The demons come with me, the voices in my head never shut up.

It’s been weeks since I’ve written anything, and now I’m in Rome. We have just a couple of weeks left of our three month vacation, and the voices in my head get worse with every day. Day runs in the mornings and I go for a walks. I’m writing this while sitting in Piazza Navona, the sun is just coming up over the buildings that circle the square, people are beginning to filter in, tourists taking photos, locals walking their dogs. Why am I so melancholy?

I’m meeting friends in Campo di Fiore in about a half hour. We’ll spend the morning together, then I’ll spend the rest of the day with Day. I’ll shake it off, but the roller-coaster is tiring.

There’s always another story, another side.
Explore. Dream. Discover. Travel.
Battle the demons in your head.
Luv ya,
Curly