Florence has made me torn. It's made me want to live a simple life. I want to sit by the window and feel the rays of sun on my skin, or watch the rain and read books I will never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I've got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I just want to be.

But then also... I want to learn. Every museum, gallery, statue. Every little piece of history we come across, every city we travel to, every library... I just am filled with this desire to learn. To learn about everything. The thought of coming back and studying after all of this is so exciting. That is what is becoming clear, that I don't need to keep searching for something more, something greater, I am seeing all the greater things and I am still more in love with the smile which greets us than the beautiful buildings. Like there is so much beauty in the little things. We should be excited about now, the present, we should learn and read books and drink coffee and we should just appreciate reality.