I know, I know. I’ve slacked. It’s been eons since I’ve posted something. Trust me when I tell you that it wasn’t for lack of inspiration…it was due to lack of time. The Italian classes grew increasingly challenging with each passing day. Level 5 is really hard. In fact, if I was planning to continue my studies past tomorrow, I would ask to repeat Level 5. Yes, it’s that difficult. Between the mind-bending gerundio, the daunting discorso indiretto and that darn congiuntivo, my brain is fried, or as the Italians would say to reflect this sentiment: sono la frutta. I’m really behind on the blogging front and I have tons that I’m eager to share. Romesick & Loving It is back in business!
Last week, I hit the three month mark! Yup, I’ve been here for a quarter of a year. I arrived in Rome on February 8th and moved into my sublet on the 14th. I like to think of the latter as my official “anniversary” as a resident of sorts because the first week fell more into the vacation realm. I stayed with a friend in Rome then traveled to a snowy Milan for Identita Golose before settling into my adopted Roman life.
I know I’ve said this before, but I really can’t believe I’m here. Now I’m not trying to complain or sound like a martyr or anything that, but things don’t usually go right for me. It’s the truth. There are some people for whom everything goes along swimmingly and I’ve never been one of them. Ask Deirdre, Leeann or my mom for instance, and they’ll vouch for me. I’ve gotten used to the odds not being in my favor, so there’s a part of me that’s just waiting for something to go wrong. For the first time in my life I feel like I’m actually alive, not just existing while everyone else around me lives, so there’s this other part of me that knows I’m where I belong and believes that my life will finally start falling into place–so long as nothing goes wrong, that is. 😉