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20 more days till Italy (and change and moving and life and so so many good things). I might burst from excitement.
We're flying into Rome and then renting a car and driving down to where my family is from.
I'm going to visit my grandfather's grave in our family cemetery (who the hell has a family cemetery!) that dates back ten generations. I'm going to go eat at a pizzeria my greatgreatgreatgreat(great?)grandfather started in Naples 250 years ago. I'm going to see the room where my dad was born, and the school where my Zia taught and the church where my grandmother was married.
Please, accept my apologies in advance for the 2 billion pictures I'm going to shove down your collective throats.
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Happy May Day!! My coworker made up little construction-paper-and-lace baskets full of flowers for everyone with pretty little poems:
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. ~Rainer Maria Rilke
Despite all my protests, I'm sort of going to miss this place.
We're flying into Rome and then renting a car and driving down to where my family is from.
I'm going to visit my grandfather's grave in our family cemetery (who the hell has a family cemetery!) that dates back ten generations. I'm going to go eat at a pizzeria my greatgreatgreatgreat(great?)grandfather started in Naples 250 years ago. I'm going to see the room where my dad was born, and the school where my Zia taught and the church where my grandmother was married.
Please, accept my apologies in advance for the 2 billion pictures I'm going to shove down your collective throats.
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Happy May Day!! My coworker made up little construction-paper-and-lace baskets full of flowers for everyone with pretty little poems:
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. ~Rainer Maria Rilke
Despite all my protests, I'm sort of going to miss this place.