ten minutes

With a week full of finals and our last days in Siena just one goodbye after another, it's a good thing this prompt landed on this week. I had ten minutes to throw it together--and that's about all I had to spare, too. An old brochure from Bath, my favorite turquoise scrap, my favorite dollar store glitter--I just grabbed what was in front of me and went with it, worrying more about just how much I can cram into my suitcase.

But it turned out a rather lovely little testament to what I'm feeling now: a romantic wistfulness for the past amidst a hovering hope for the future. I can hardly wait to be with my family again, to be headed toward home. But I also find myself surprisingly grateful that, as you know, all roads lead to Rome.