![]() ![]() ![]() For reasons I still can’t comprehend, my parents had decided to transport me and my four rowdy younger siblings (plus our 300 duffel bags) halfway across the world to live in a small house on the outskirts of Florence, Italy. I had just turned fifteen and I was about a week out from what would be one of my life’s greatest adventures. In handwriting I barely recognized as mine it read: It took forever, but finally I found what I was looking for- the list. There were all the usual things-ratty stuffed animals, my cap and grown from graduation, this creepy papier-mâché horse I made in first grade that looked like something that might eat you in your sleep. Last night I braved my scary furnace room to dig through my boxes of keepsakes. ![]()
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