America, where dreams come true, you can watch the finance guys in NYC rushing to reach a tall glass building where they believe they are different than the 2000 other employees, and then you have LA the city of the angels, there you can watch from behind the windows of an overpriced coffee shop that only sells gluten free cakes and cookies aspiring actors, used to be theatre kids, working for the rich and famous, being maneuvered like puppets but they believe it's called "networking", and that it's what's going to get them on the big screen, maybe even a star on the walk of fame. And then there's me, in LA behind the windows of the airport waiting for them to announce my flight, maybe I will belong there in Florence.
I wasn't in LA because I aspire to be something, at least not whatever people want to be here, I was only there because of my mother's business trip, luckily not for any longer. See some people go to Italy for love, some for gelato, others for the infamous tiramisu, but I'm going there for the buildings, bit boring, isn't it? not for an architecture student though, considering Italy has one of the best historical buildings and even better architecture programs.
As I drown in thoughts about what the city of Florence is going to look like, or whether I'm going to like it there, or if the University is in any way similar to the one here, I hear the voice on the speakers calling the passengers to proceed to the gates, which is exactly what I did. Here i come Florence.
-Isabelle
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Romansleaving America to continue her journey with architecture in a country best known for its history with such art, Italy. Isabelle wonders the streets of Florence unknowingly. Gabrielle rich, handsome, but troubled with the burden of perfection, an ec...
