Maybe it will keep me sane.
I haven't been able to write, because I haven't been able to process thought (or American food) and I don't want to sit here complaining for hours.
But I think I'm slowly crawling out of the hole, accepting my fate of being Long Island bound for three months (good God have mercy on my poor soul), and I'm ready to move on and enjoy the summer.
Was that positive enough? I'm trying so very hard. Truth is I feel that this world is caving in on me, and it is difficult to breath when I think about how far away I am from my Roma, my life and love. I don't want to have to drive a car everywhere and eat tomatoes that have no flavor and see rows of waxy fake-looking apples lined up in the supermarket. I just want Italy back. I just want to walk to the Trevi. I just want to sit in the piazza with a bottle of Sicilian wine and speak Italian with friends.
Done. Just... I'm dying. I think Euro 2008 quals will be my life support for the summer (DO NOT LET ME DOWN!).
Expect happier and more frequent posts. I just needed a serious break.
But I think I'm slowly crawling out of the hole, accepting my fate of being Long Island bound for three months (good God have mercy on my poor soul), and I'm ready to move on and enjoy the summer.
Was that positive enough? I'm trying so very hard. Truth is I feel that this world is caving in on me, and it is difficult to breath when I think about how far away I am from my Roma, my life and love. I don't want to have to drive a car everywhere and eat tomatoes that have no flavor and see rows of waxy fake-looking apples lined up in the supermarket. I just want Italy back. I just want to walk to the Trevi. I just want to sit in the piazza with a bottle of Sicilian wine and speak Italian with friends.
Done. Just... I'm dying. I think Euro 2008 quals will be my life support for the summer (DO NOT LET ME DOWN!).
Expect happier and more frequent posts. I just needed a serious break.