Let's Talk

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!