This is a sunflower field somewhere between Rome and Montepulciano. As the weather gets colder and colder, I miss my Italian home more and more. This doesn’t really make logical sense because I looked up the weather in Florence this week, and it is rainy and in the 50’s. Still, in my mind it is always summer here. I guess it’s just that the possibility of me actually going back any time soon seems to get smaller every day. Every day I am closer to being an old married lady who cannot pick up and move to Italy or France or Japan for a ridiculously long amount of time whenever she pleases. Soon I will have a big girl job. I might even have my own classroom. I will have bills (real ones) and responsibilities. I don’t know which option takes more guts. Being free to be a world traveler and full-time adventure seeker? Or becoming a grown up? Can a person be both? Can I be both?