Rome is a life-changing place to be. I say that because I am here, now, in Rome; every sophomore of TMC goes to Rome for a semester, and I am here in the Fall Semester. I don't have much time to blog, which is kind of obvious considering how rarely I post anymore, but I thought I would take a few minutes to share something of my experince in Rome so far.
Rome is not my country, but it is my home. It is at times very difficult to be here: I am not a city person at all, and while riding the sweaty busses amidst the chaos of voices 
in languages I cannot understand and the honking of passing ambulences (there is an odd abundance of honking abulences in Rome), I miss the forested hiddeness of my beloved New Hampshire.
in languages I cannot understand and the honking of passing ambulences (there is an odd abundance of honking abulences in Rome), I miss the forested hiddeness of my beloved New Hampshire.But that is only a fleeting sensation. What stays with me is the fact that I am surrounded by churches of unserpassable beauty, and that God is always so near. St. Peter's is always only a short trip away, and the Tiber curves gracefully through all my trampings. The cobblestone streets meander through the delightful neighborhood of trastevere, where one is always popping into piazzas. Culture and history imbue every stone, and the wine is fantastic. It is sometimes too tremendous to wrap my mind around, and that makes it all the better.
I thank God for this opportunity. I hope to post some more later on about my upcoming adventures in and out of Rome.
