I left Italy December 5, 2004. I still feel bad for my mom: when I saw her and my dad at Sea-Tac, she was crying because she hadn't seen me in months and was happy. I was crying because there was nothing I wanted more in the world than to get on a plane and go back. I still think about Italy and the fantastic friends I made there each and every day
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