She Packed My Bags Last Night

Colin here (I think I'll start every post like this, so you know who it is),

I got to Florence this morning (central european time), and thus begins my blog. With my new haircut, I arrived at O'Hare from Columbus, bought a beer and a hot dog,
and did nothing more important. I took the next flight to Munich, then finally to Florence, all the while feeling the weird semi-hallucinations of sleep deprivation.

I met up with one of my roommates Weston, and we ducked outside for an while. Looked around the streets, inside the school's building (right next to our apartment), did an awkward job of ordering pizza, and took a quick peek at the Duomo.

We had a few different locks to figure out just to get to our apartment, including one that looks like it belongs to a vault. Plus the corridor outside our door uses a light that has a timer of maybe 20 seconds, and if it goes out, you trip in the pitch dark on a weirdly placed step. It's a good apartment though, lofty ceilings and tiled floors and real life funky European outlets. 

I am now severely jet lagged. I'm fighting to stay awake for a few more hours at least, so the next day feels normal. I'm overwhelmed, but Italy is looking promising. As the semester goes on, you should see better posts than just a summary of my day (plus, Tyler and Chelsea and Emily), but this will do for now.

here's to staying up