Finding Inspiration

Life is a funny things sometimes. Right when everything feels like it has come together, bam!, it all falls apart. Sure this is a scary thing when it happens and for me it has been one hell of a ride. I was told before coming out here that I was supposed to listen to life and be open to what I am presented with. Well coming from a lifetime of American culture and thoughts, it is very difficult to just open your mind over night. Luckily I have been here almost three months now and I am learning about the Italian way of life.

Top: Garden View

Bottom: Reaching Heart

Everything here in Florence is a bit slower than what I am used to. The shops all seem a bit off somehow as do many of the product. There are security guards at markets who lurk and creep you out while you are also allowed to drink while wondering around in the streets. This place seems to be a city that runs on very few laws and a lot more of presence. There are always a good amount of police walking around in my neighborhood because its a tourist location. Honestly I have never seen them doing anything except heard the African vendors from place to place.

I have been inspired lately by the idea of travel. The idea that I have taken my life from a job to an adventure. I am lucky to be here and I know this fact to be extremely true. With that said, I am loving every moment out here even on the days that I might seem blue. The best part of going to sleep at night is knowing that I am about to rest my head in Europe. I have had the great pleasure of going to see a few places here in Europe so far and am really hoping to see a few more. I might not be able to because surviving out here is expensive enough.