I am moving to Italy.  In mere weeks.  (7)  In five weeks I leave work, then leave my future former home a few days later.  Forevah.  It's been a really good place to me, and the price was kick-a$$, but the ups and downs with Staci were killing me.  Gah.  It's times like that in which I wish I were more dude-like.  They're so much calmer in those dramatic episodes.  (Not all stay calm, but a lot of them.)  Somehow they stay removed enough to remain unflustered.  I usually maintain that balance with most acquaintances and strangers.  But when a close friend bullies me, I'm defenseless at the start of the battle.  No preparation, no offense tactics, no clue.  Pummeled, eyes puffy from the fight.
So I work to focus on other things.  The year ahead of me is full of exciting unknowns.  I will never again live in my current party house.  I will soon live amid a totally foreign culture and language.  And I will master it!  I will make new friends, and have a fabulous excuse for not having time to write to the high-maintenance ones back in the states.  I will learn about myself.  I will eat much pasta.  I will laugh.  I will explore.
There is so much to do before I leave, but I'm starting to get the itch to go. 
Stay tuned for graphic pictures of my wasp sting.  Coming up!
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