I promise I didn't set this up..
You Belong in Rome
You're a big city girl with a small town heart
Which is why you're attracted to the romance of Rome
Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand
And gorgeous Italian men - could life get any better?
What City Do You Belong In?
Well I don't know about the gorgeous Italian men (although the further south you go, the better)...but at one point in my life I can say I had this all.
I don't know if it's the weather today or what, but I'm having a little trouble coping with my Europe withdrawl. I tried to utilize my cappuccino maker this afternoon to recreate the feeling of being back in Florence but it's not even in the same league. A hot cappuccino "per qua" at Cafe Trinita...maybe a bombolone or uno panino con prosciutto crudo é mozzarella fresca-- yum. Oh goodness I miss the fresh mozzarella. If someone can tell me where I can find mozzarella balls in VA, I will marry you.
Graduation is slowly rearing it's ugly head around the corner and I'm still as confused and unsure about the state of my future as I was freshman year. What I wouldn't give to be able to throw caution to the wind and travel the world, free as a bird. After this past semester abroad the last thing I could handle is being stuck in an office behind a desk performing menial tasks that ultimately end up making some white man richer.
Bottom line-- I don't want to get caught up in the whole "five-year plan" mindset where every last detail must be planned out and perfectly executed. I need to learn to roll with the punches. I need to relax and be confident that the Man Upstairs will take care of me. I need a lot of things but for now a plane ticket back to Italy would be "perfetto".
You're a big city girl with a small town heart
Which is why you're attracted to the romance of Rome
Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand
And gorgeous Italian men - could life get any better?
What City Do You Belong In?
Well I don't know about the gorgeous Italian men (although the further south you go, the better)...but at one point in my life I can say I had this all.
I don't know if it's the weather today or what, but I'm having a little trouble coping with my Europe withdrawl. I tried to utilize my cappuccino maker this afternoon to recreate the feeling of being back in Florence but it's not even in the same league. A hot cappuccino "per qua" at Cafe Trinita...maybe a bombolone or uno panino con prosciutto crudo é mozzarella fresca-- yum. Oh goodness I miss the fresh mozzarella. If someone can tell me where I can find mozzarella balls in VA, I will marry you.
Graduation is slowly rearing it's ugly head around the corner and I'm still as confused and unsure about the state of my future as I was freshman year. What I wouldn't give to be able to throw caution to the wind and travel the world, free as a bird. After this past semester abroad the last thing I could handle is being stuck in an office behind a desk performing menial tasks that ultimately end up making some white man richer.
Bottom line-- I don't want to get caught up in the whole "five-year plan" mindset where every last detail must be planned out and perfectly executed. I need to learn to roll with the punches. I need to relax and be confident that the Man Upstairs will take care of me. I need a lot of things but for now a plane ticket back to Italy would be "perfetto".