When in Rome

It all happened in Rome. I was on a holiday of self-exploration, and it was the first time I had truly travelled alone. I had never been away from home and my family for so long. It gave me a sense of freedom I hadn't experienced prior. I had spent a few days doing the typical tourist obligations, the museums, the long walks even a church or two, it took a week or so of being with myself with nobody watching me ( as I usually and have always felt) to realise that I was my own person. I had nobody breathing down my neck, telling me what to do, who to be, how to act.

I had experienced new information, new events, new people, but nothing really fed the need that I had in the pit of my stomach. More extreme decisions had to be made.

I decided to go out clubbing on a Saturday night, ( I know that doesn't sound exactly exhilarating to most, but to me, it was a big deal.) I have been to clubs before, in my home town with friends of mine and never really enjoyed it. It would always take a lot of will power and peer pressure from my friends to actually get me through the door, and a few G