Returning to Sender...
Hey everyone,
For those of you who don't know (I've alluded to this a bit in my previous posts), but I've been away in Rome for the past five weeks for academic study abroad. I've had enough down time to post here and there (and almost everywhere when I first joined, heh heh), but it's been pretty busy here with work in between souvenir shopping, sightseeing, and fine dining. Although it's been a handful juggling my time, I've always mustered enough to come here and interact with everybody. It's been quite a relief for me; I'll post as to why that is at another time.
This week is crunch time, though. With last-minute excursions, a final exam, and a couple reflection essays to write for my independent study that I've almost forgotten about, my time is pretty tight. Plus, I've been finding myself stagnating a bit with my posting as well as posting less frequently, which are things I'm not entirely proud of. So I'm going to take a break.
Don't worry, though. I only have one more week left here in Italy before I come back to the U.S. fully refreshed and free from any sort of schoolwork until September. It will feel so great to be back home with my family, friends, and all of my other personal loves and passions that I had to leave behind me for the past month. With luck, I'll be back on the forums within the week I return, updating per usual.
As for me, I guess that's everything...for now.
Until we meet again,
RT
A boy has the right to dream. There are endless possibilities stretched out before him. What awaits him down the path he will then have to choose; the boy doesn't always know. At some point the boy then becomes an adult, and learns what he was able to become. Joy and sadness will forever accompany this. He is confronted with a choice; when this happens, does he bid his past farewell in his heart? Once a boy becomes an adult, he can no longer go back to being a boy; the boy is now a man. Only one thing can be said: "A boy has the right to dream.". For those endless possibilities are stretched out before him.
We must remember...all men were once boys.