When You Think About It

When I think about it I see pictures dancing in my mind. I see the beach in Paleochora, Greece with black stones and my friends skipping rocks in the clear water while I listen to Toby Lightman on my iPod. I see the lake where I would kayak out with my best friend to talk about the day and watch the children stare in awe at turtles and ducks on the shore. When I think about it I see the young girls who suckled knowledge of life from every place they could, and who gave me hugs and asked me for help when they liked a boy or were mad at a girl. I see my sister in her school plays boldly confronting the audience. I see Valentines Day and cookies, made with mom, with sprinkles on top and lots of icing. When I think about it, I see a "pizza garden" out back that I planted with dad and I see myself doing soccer drills with him in the long yard. When I think about it, I see my kitties crawling longingly into my lap, hoping that Ill pet them and hold them until they sleep. When I think about it, I can see the Trail of Lights, and the twinkling lights spinning under the huge Christmas tree. I see my cousin Colin chasing my cousin Mary Nell and me after we stole his hat. When I think about it, I can see the most memorable parts of my past and, even though moving away and doing something new is hard, even though I take tons of pictures to remind myself, I know deep down that Italy wont leave me and that when I think about it later on, I will see the Lucca walls and the San Michele square. Ill see the small pastery shops and the people on their bicycles. When I think about it...