Pre-Rome Jitters

The best way for me to explain my anxiety, my excitement, and my everything in between is pre-Rome jitters, my off-brand more specific first day jitters. While all of my friends back at Manhattan University are diving into their first day of the semester, figuring out how they plan on using ChatGPT to get that A or who they need to befriend in order to find that “classroom friend”, I’m currently sitting down watching a true crime show, thinking about how in a couple of days, I’ll be in Rome. Anxious because Im so awful at meeting new people and making friends, to the point where I know I’ll be begging people “please be my friend🥺”. Excited because I’m going to be in Europe, exploring new culture and mainly buying better food and clothes for cheaper prices. Everything in between because I want to thrive and be the best student I can be, but also a wreck because it’s a cultural shock that’s coming my way.

My pre-Rome jitters is just me wishing that I’m already there so that I don’t have to worry about this anymore. I want to just pack my backpack, hop on my flight, and be on my way so I know there’s no turning back. I’m not turning back (period) because this is what made me p
ush through the Fall semester, but I just need to be there or physically on my way there so I know it’s for real and not a coma induced dream that I’ve been living for the past 5ish months. Long story short, I’m feeling all the feels when it comes to my days before leaving, and to my friends back at Manhattan, you’ll survive without me. I’m surviving without you guys :)