The United States has fallen 27 places in the Press Freedom Index. The reason? The many arrests of journalists covering Occupy protests.
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So, as you may or may not know, I’m currently studying abroad in Rome for the semester.
I go home December 19th.
I’m probably going to cry.
I love this apartment so much - I love my roommates, they’re just all awesome and I get along with everyone. I love this city. Rome is so beautiful, and especially coming from somewhere like the SF-Bay area, old stone buildings are just so different than what I’m used to. I love being able to hop on the tram for 10 minutes, take a 10 minute walk, and easily reach the Pantheon, Trevi Fountain, etc. etc. I love living in Europe, and being so ridiculously close to all these amazing countries and cities (seriously, if you live in Europe, you have no excuse not to travel everywhere). I love living in a city. I love cooking all of my meals (no microwave = no laziness). I love taking trains. I love the food. I love their attitude towards drinking - I’m going to hate going back to college seeing everyone get shit faced. I love the independence. I love the food. I love the piazzas. I love the little shops hidden in the little streets. I love the gelato (fuck do I love the gelato!)
I regret not traveling more. I regret not exploring more. I regret not meeting more Italians.
I can’t believe it’s all ending so soon :(
The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go, “No, I’m happy for you”? That’s when it’s really sad.
