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[stillprettiest]

In Internet cafe in Bologna. Miserable and lonely. Can't find a place to buy trash bags or Kleenex. Someone stole my pens out of my luggage on the way over. Can't read labels in grocery store. Apartment is ... I don't even know. Kitchen is smallest room I have ever seen, have no idea how I'll cook in it. Everything too expensive out here.

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[omphale23]

*hugs*

Hang in there; it'll get better. And the key to cooking in a tiny, tiny kitchen is to do as much as the prep work as possible somewhere else. We ate a lot of casseroles and salads, because the idea of doing multiple dishes in a space too small to take a step made me want to cry.

(For the record, pasta e formaggio is the only phrase I remember from a very brief class in Italian. Not terribly helpful, am I?)

[algernon_mouse]

Chin up, hon. Even if it means pretending your someone else for a day.

*hugs*

[neverendingview]

Cynthia! Don't despair. Well, alright, despair, but know that if you continue in this vein I will be forced to quote existentialists at you. Don't think I won't!

Just think of your anxiety as what Kierkegaard called "the alarming possibility of being able." You are absolutely free,dearest. And while "in dread there is the ...infinity of possiblity, which... alarms and fascinates with its sweet anxiety," know that it is jut that, a sweet anxiety. It's good to be worried about what/how to feed yourself, where to buy trash bags and Kleenex and who to go places with. It may cause various stress-related injuries general angst, but it does keep one out of trouble.

You are beautiful, strong, very very smart and I, however young and misguided I may be, have faith in you. Try to have fun. *Hugs and Roses*