So, I'm finally going to try and put this wanderlust into words. For a while now, I've called Florence home. And the only people who seemingly have understood why are the people in my life that have traveled the most, or studied abroad, too. 

Yes, I can see where it seems entirely crazy to call a city that I spent four months in almost three years ago my actual home. I grew up in Connecticut, and went to college just 30 minutes down the road from my hometown. But, there's something undeniably pulling me back to this place -- that in its simplest form is comforting, and kind of the same feeling as falling in the best love.