Sorry for the hiatus on my blog, I have became very much a senior and also been super busy these past weeks.
I was going to make a Sicily blog, but I decided to hold that one and make a more “feelings” blog since Sicily was WAY too long for a blog post.
I also (if I have time) will make a Florence one because that was a short trip.
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so as of right now (not really) I have been in Italy for 7 months.
How the times flew!
Sometimes I keep thinking to myself that it’s not March, but only January and the closer it comes to May the more I don’t want it to be farther back (Even in the dreadful October stage).
I mean I am excited to graduate and go to college (and finally catch up on the movies I have missed, I mean GEEZ)
but being in Viterbo (as horribly small and sometimes creepy as it is) has became my second home.
And even through the trials and tribulations, the good times and the bad, I still like being here, in my bedroom, in Giovanna’s apartment, surrounded by pictures of my host brother as a kid (who I have only seen once).
I like spending my time getting a cappuccino (con tutto!) and knowing the baristas and seeing familiar faces. I like tutoring my high school and middle school kids in English, and even though they probably won’t ever remember a thing we do in class, I still enjoy talking to them and learning more about their culture, and vice versa.
And I will also miss my friends here (Italians included!)
I have always known, but it seems so weird that once we arrive in Boston, we are going our separate ways. We all have been in Viterbo for 9 months and sometimes I feel everyone is coming back with me to Indianapolis. We have been almost like family in a way (even though sometimes I rather kick you guys off a cliff, but that’s what families are for!) We may see each other in the summer time, and we may not until a few years from now. But its sad not to see everyone’s face anymore, and only on Facebook updates.
And it’s always weird thinking about coming home, I mean living all this time with Italian as your background noise, saying whatever you wanted, however loud you wanted (even with stares) nobody could understand you, but now I will going back where English is the lingua franca and everyone can understand (and respond) to my words.
I have several dreams about coming home:
1. a dream about my work at Squealers’ (one question: DO I STILL HAVE JOB?)
2. I had a dream about coming back and everyone was excited to see me and I was excited to see everyone. It was a grand old festa.
3. I had a dream when nobody cared when I came back. Try to talk to my art history teacher and she said “yeah…hello” and my mom told me to grab my bags, never hugging me and saying nothing when I came in with my dramatic entrance (yes I had one, and planning one as of now).
I think the third one is the scariest (my mom probably thinks the first one).
I also had many dreams when I was fighting between my Italian life and my American life.
One consisting my friends from Pike coming to Italy, invading my small school and bombarding me.
Another consisting my friends from Italy (both Americans and Italians) to Pike, and bombarding me.
I even had a dream when my Italy and Pike friends mixed and I was trying to speak Italian with one of my good Italian friends. (I think actually 2 times)
It has been a very bazaar past month.
I don’t know what to make of all this but hopefully everything will be okay when I leave and when I return.
Because even though the internet can connect you throughout the world, there is nothing that can change the fact of being in a niche that you always were apart of, leaving, and slowly working your way back into society 1 year later.
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well, hopefully that satisfied you. If you’re an SYAer how do you feel about coming home?
Wow, one of the first posts that I feel like I could write my heart out without censoring it : )
A presto,
Maya
