Adjusting in progress

Earth calling Marquish, Marquish doesn't answer.
This has been the recurring theme of the last almost two months. I didn't write, I was busy planning the best way to hold on and change faith.
I am serene now, back to school, studying, alive and kickin'.
All I didn't want to happen, eventually became my everyday life. Reasoning led me not to hate it, to accept it even though this is not the place, the time, the situation I wanted to live. But hopefully it is for the best. I spoke to Lise yesterday and no question was damn hard. I miss that wonderful world (like Armstrong's) I started to dream could be my next future.
In the end I cannot complain, Rome is treating me alright. Friends are nice, I am working hard which is always rewarding and the project I left before leaving is going pretty well.
For all of those who stayed with me in California and hoped to see me again:
I am sorry, I couldn't help this from happening and I am as disappointed as you are.
Come visit me in Rome and facing a beer I'll explain everything. Y'all are more than welcome.
More to come.