for real.

Hey blog.

Turns out it’s a lot easier to write in you when I’m at home with nothing to do, than in that small amount of time that I have internet and am distracted by other things.

Today Elizabeth and I woke up to a good song. Mostly, it’s a good song because the first time I heard it was when Lena is running to Kostos (finally!)…In a very important part of a very dear movie. Everybody’s talking how I can’t can’t be your love but I want want want to be your love, want to be your love for real.

I can’t believe September is almost over, but I also can’t believe I have over two months still. I have absolutely NO concept of time here...I don't own a watch and I can't keep track of what day it is. I go to bed sometime around 11 and wake up sometime around 7-8. Sharlie and I were commenting that we might be developing good habits, what a shame.

I kind of wish I didn’t have to communicate in English at all. Because I’m no good at it and it is far too complicated to switch back and forth.

So I just got done with my first solo dinner (perche le altre tre hanno clase mercoledi tra 5-9) and I thought I’d be good and have a go get ‘em chat-it-up attitude. But instead I just said about two words and nodded once in a while.
Failure.

Ma, prendo un’A sull mio esame orale oggi!! Brava io!!

Also, it was okay, because the cat joined us at the dinner table this evening.

Bought myself a Christmas present today, on accident, because she asked if I wanted it wrapped, but I didn’t know that’s what she said, so I just said yes. So, good thing she didn’t say, “do you not want your change back?”


“So you think tourist season will ever be over?”
“Well I noticed when the summer is over the old people come out.”

And they are out. I have to navigate through groups of them on my way to school, they walk slowly and have every visible sign of tourists. The fanny packs, cameras out, maps out, following a tour guide, backpacks worn in front, and today I saw a group and started to shake my head in amusement…but then I stopped mid-shake.

These people are probably fulfilling lifelong dreams. Maybe they spent their lives working and raising kids and just now got a chance to take a break to explore the world. Or maybe they’ve been here before and couldn’t wait to see the familiar places once more. And suddenly all their dorky outfits were wonderfully inspiring. They are following their hearts the best they know how. I am so lucky to be here. And even if they are hard to navigate when I’m late for school and they look ridiculous following someone with a flower on a stick, I’m glad they’re here too.

Art is making my head hurt worse than the Italian...I just don't want to spend hours and hours sitting in a poorly lit museum trying to make something by only shading. It's not my thing...It's some people's thing, but not mine. I'd rather take a photograph of the thing or draw a loose interpretation of it in sidewalk chalk. That's my thing.