Each exam session brought me back. And each return felt different. For all my harsh words about Milan, I missed certain places, certain people. A drink with friends. The barista from the café near my old apartment asking why I’d vanished. Small reminders that the city wasn’t only struggle.
For the longest time, I have wanted to share my experience. And for even longer, I have debated whether or not I should. As international students moving abroad for a Master’s, an Erasmus, an internship, or a job, we…