The last week of summer brought a wave of nostalgia that wrapped around me every day. I tried to savor every second and spend every moment with my friends, cousins, aunts, and grandparents. There was something so heartwarming about it, as if we all knew the moment was slipping away, but we were determined to make it unforgettable.
The routine was always the same: I would go to the beach with my towel and book in hand, finding the perfect spot to tan. I would lose myself in the pages of whatever book I read, or I would fall asleep and let the hours slip by. It was perfect. Everything. Right down to the last-minute detail. I loved every part of it.
As the days passed, I felt excitement, knowing I’d soon see my friends back home after a month in Italy. I missed them, our routines, and the comfort of them. But that excitement was always mixed with sadness, knowing I’d have to say goodbye to everyone. Saying our goodbyes was the hardest part. Wiping my nonna’s tears made my heart ache in a way I can’t explain. The feeling was always bittersweet. And that’s why I love it. There’s nothing like the simplicity and beauty of summer.