This weekend in Florence felt really good in a way I didn’t expect. It was slower, more relaxed, and just full in the best way.

I didn’t feel the need to rush around or check things off a list. I let myself just be here. Walking around, sitting at meals longer, and enjoying the rhythm of life I have started to settle into. It is crazy how a place that once felt so new can start to feel familiar.

What made it even more special was the people. The mix of friends I have here is something I am so grateful for. Other Americans going through this same experience and locals who have welcomed me into their everyday lives. There is something about being here that makes connection feel really genuine and easy.

One of my favorite moments was going to church and having my pastor know me by name. That feeling of being known, even when I am so far from home, means more than I can explain. And it’s not just there. Even at the little café by my apartment, a newfound friend who works there recognizes me. Those small interactions are starting to feel like routine in the best way. The service was grounding and exactly what I needed.

I also went to a lifestyle workshop with my holistic club, and I kept thinking about how amazing the people are. So thoughtful, kind, and intentional. It reminded me how many good people there are in the world when you take the time to really see it.

I have also been talking to my people back home, and that has hit me in a different way. Hearing my friends say they miss me and that it feels like something is missing without me there. It feels like it has been so long since I have been home, even though I know I am exactly where I am supposed to be. It just made me realize how lucky I am to have people who love me like that.

This weekend reminded me how full life can feel when you slow down and let yourself be present in it.

And right now, I feel really grateful to be here.

Con amore,
Liv