You probably all want an explanation.

Well it wasn't the first time I'd considered staying here in Italy, whether extending my trip or not having a flight booked home. But the past few days, staying at an amazing place with amazing people and continually hearing these enticing stories about people with expired visas and spontaneous itinerary changes.

I spent two days on walking tours which I swore I would never do with people who are now planning their weekend visits to Montreal for later this year. I'm wearing one of their jackets and shoes. I miss everyone at home so much but I'm already here you know?

Anyways, the hostel I'm at, one of the members of the bar staff and one of the tour group leaders had an overlapping birthday weekend and had closed off the downstairs for their private party. I was invited and had cake and kept hearing about how easy it was to get a job here and how they have a place I can stay.

Finally I said the magic words, "Why not?"

A round of applause, cheers, I stumble upstairs in tears to skype my dad and not only inform him I will not be landing tomorrow but essentially run the whole thing past him.

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Tomorrow when the offices are open I head to the airport to check in on my missed flight situation and then start the job thing.

I'm not at all one hundred percent certain. There were points today I was literally walking towards the train station to get on the bus to come home. But I'm here, I have minus one hundred dollars, I threw out all my clothes yesterday to make room for packing souvenirs, but I sincerely doubt I'll be regretting this.