Today, I suddenly realized that Viterbo lost its charms. The medival city that enticed me on the 31st of August became a part of my daily routine. I was no longer amazed by the history, by the architecture, or by the culture. They are still there, and they are unlike any others in anywhere else in this world. So it is not Viterbo's fault that I feel this way. The fault is mine.
Perhaps this is why I do not want to live in a single place. I want to move to different places every now and then. I want to rescue myself from going through the same ol' routine. One may call this privileged, one may call this naïve, and one may even call this self-absorbed.
For now, Viterbo is not my home. I don't know the language yet, and the Viterbese think I am a foreigner (and they are right). But once this city starts to feel like home, it would be time for me to leave. So meanwhile, I will try to embrace the layers after layers of the city's culture. Once I do so, maybe the lost charms will come back.