I like to think of myself as a garden. Every chance I take is a seed, and landing in Florence was the biggest one I’ve planted yet. I didn’t arrive in Italy with a “what to do” or “what to see” checklist, just two suitcases and a carry-on. I jumped into an ocean hoping I’d learn how to swim, and somehow, I did.
When I applied to study abroad I felt the need to grow in a different atmosphere and I heard Italy was the place to go. When I say grow, I mean to see who I would be when everything familiar was gone. Somewhere between navigating grocery stores alone, filming content for CIS Abroad, and traveling through Paris, London, Morocco, Barcelona, and cities across Italy, I met a version of myself I didn’t even know existed. She was independent. Intentional. Unafraid to move first.
As a Black woman, it wasn’t surprising for me to be the only one in the room. But, that was a slight fear of mine going abroad. That fear felt loud at first, yet Florence silenced that feeling. The color of my skin wasn’t as big of a factor as I expected it to be. This shift made me capable of having room to breathe and grow my seeds.
Going abroad gave me confirmation on a few things I already knew about myself, one being that I am not a follower. If I plan to take something on, I have to take those steps – even if no one wants to put their shoes on and come with me. Having the chance to create content for CIS Abroad, collaborating with my site directors Martina and Tommy to produce projects like a day at the Gucci Museum showed me that I can thrive when I am given creative ownership. The responsibilities I was given opened a path for me to pursue strategic communications and a career that allows me to travel.
Having so much time on my hands, I learned how much I value solitude. I used to always fill my time up with nonsense just to avoid the silence. I became more intentional with my connections, my interest, and my time spent. Florence didn’t just show me the world — it showed me me.
When people ask me, “How was it?” I never know how to answer. Because how do you sum up six months of becoming? Florence was growth, discomfort, freedom, and joy all at once. It reminded me that I will never be my final self, and that’s the beauty of it.
This lifetime is long. I’ll see the same places, people, and versions of myself again. So I’m not saying goodbye. Maybe I’ll see you later.
From Europe with love,
Janaya ✈️💌
Blog by Janaya Banks, Columbia College - Chicago
Semester in Florence