Saying goodbye is painfully hard. I never imagined how fast and how hard I could fall in love with a city. I distinctly recall landing at the airport and not knowing what to expect. The surreal moment of seeing the Duomo for the first time looking out my bedroom window was when I first recognized that my heart and soul belonged to Florence. With almost a month before I must depart, the fear of leaving what I consider to be my new home is becoming an unhealthy obsession. To fight it, I remind myself to be present in each and every moment of being in Florence, as I now savor every sumptuous sip of Chianti.