By Chiara, University “Federico II”, Italy
When I went to the airport with my friend, a couple of nights ago, I later took a taxi to go back home. It was six in the morning and not at all near dawn, and the car followed the same route of the taxi that got me home for the first time, five months ago. I remember my past self looking out of the window and wondering whether my new house would look the same as the ones I was seeing passing by, all red bricks and round edges.
A month before that, I was looking at the city on a map, trying to imagine what my life – what everything would be like. It all feels like centuries have passed, as if I were a completely different person from when I began.
To be honest, I think I am. And that’s what makes going home so scary now.
Will I be the same as I am now? Will I go back to being what I was before? Will I remember the important things this city has taught me? Will I forget?