My friends are incredible! Thank you to everyone who made my last day before my trip so special. You all rock, and I'll miss you like crazy! Please keep in touch via facebook and such.
I'm all packed up and ready to go... Wish me luck!
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Take care of yourselves because I worry...
Everyone knows my friends are my life. I'd do anything and everything for them. Well friends, I'll be away for a bit. Please take care of yourselves. Take care of yourselves because I worry... whether I'm a car ride away or across an ocean. Please make good choices.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Another Good Good Night
It was another good good night. Following Shabbat dinner, I hit up old-city with the crew and we made it to about four different venues before finally ending our night at our regular after-after-party house spot. haha It's almost 7am, and I think it's time I take a nap. After all, I do have to be up in three hours for a full day of errands, followed of coarse by hopefully another great night.
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Friday, August 28, 2009
A Good Good Night
It's nights like tonight that I'm going to miss... Thursday nights. Yes, you heard right. Every Thursday since the beginning of spring semester, I have been going to Benny's. That's right. I haven't missed one single Thursday, and now I will.
Every Thursday, I make my way over to Benny's. I sit and enjoy the music, and conversation of friends and acquaintances alike. It's pretty chill, always a good time. Lately, right after Benny's, we head straight to Studio for after hours. Then, we conclude with breakfast at Tiffany's, or on occasion, such as tonight, Wawa. Sometimes, again, like tonight, we do an after-after party at someone's house. ;)
Though this may seem quite repetitive and monotonous to some, it has become a sort of Thursday night ritual or custom. It's just what I do, and I enjoy it. There's some kind of comfort in routine. I'll surely miss these nights and the people I spend them with. As I promised... Shout out to Denis and his massages haha, and the rest of the WildinOut Crew. ;)
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Every Thursday, I make my way over to Benny's. I sit and enjoy the music, and conversation of friends and acquaintances alike. It's pretty chill, always a good time. Lately, right after Benny's, we head straight to Studio for after hours. Then, we conclude with breakfast at Tiffany's, or on occasion, such as tonight, Wawa. Sometimes, again, like tonight, we do an after-after party at someone's house. ;)
Though this may seem quite repetitive and monotonous to some, it has become a sort of Thursday night ritual or custom. It's just what I do, and I enjoy it. There's some kind of comfort in routine. I'll surely miss these nights and the people I spend them with. As I promised... Shout out to Denis and his massages haha, and the rest of the WildinOut Crew. ;)
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Thursday, August 27, 2009
One Down, One To Go
As per request of Best Friend Leslie and Mama Luba, not to be confused with my actual Mama, I finally packed a suitcase. Yes my friends, believe it! Today, Thursday, August 27, 2009 at 5:36am... just four days before my trip... I finally have one suitcase packed. Aren't you proud of me?
Now, if you remember, the whole concept had me quite perplexed. How does one begin to pack for that long? Well, after doing some researching on tips and speaking to some individuals, I took all these methods, combined them, and came up with my own. Everyone did agree that you must start with a list, and so I did. I sat down with mom and made a list of all the things I need to bring with me. Then, I began to attempt this, what seemed impossible, fete.
I figured the first step was to clean my room. How was I going to pack if I couldn't find anything? (Just some background: My room usually looks like a bomb went off. Enter at your own risk.) Although the mess is usually due to a layer of clothes that decorates and conceals my carpet, both clean and dirty, the only logical following step was to do the laundry. After about three loads of laundry and some help from mom... THANKS MOM!... It was time to fold and sort. The task seemed simple. Gather all the clothes I own, fold it neatly, and sort into one of three categories; yes, no, or maybe. Yes, I want to take it to Italy. No, I don't, or maybe.
Ladies, don't freak out. This task isn't nearly as daunting as it seems... mainly because I don't have as much clothes as ANY OF YOU! Gentlemen, yes this does still take a ton of time and patience... regardless the amount of clothing. And so I began to sort ALL the clothes I own. I was oddly logical about my choices. One or two t-shirts to sleep in and bum around in... all others stay home. You know you have to look classy in Rome. Nice jeans went with me. Not as nice jeans stay home. One hoodie for comfort comes to Italy. The rest stay home. Though it took some time, it wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. Though it was a little bittersweet. This is really happening, isn't it...
Once all the clothes was sorted into three categories, I had to make those three into two. Again, I was oddly logical. I tried it on. If it looks fantastic, it goes with me. If it looks anything but, see ya when I get home. It was time to see what fits into my suitcase. I'm allowed to bring two suitcases with me, as well as a carry-on. This worried me a lot. Three and a half months in two suitcases... yeah right. Apparently... one was all I needed for clothes. Though I haven't packed undergarments, shoes, swimming stuff, or toiletries, I was still amazed to learn that all my clothes fit into one suitcase... and no it's not one of those EXTRA EXTRA large ones. Who would've thought? Clearly I don't have enough clothes. Anyone down for some shopping when I get back?
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Now, if you remember, the whole concept had me quite perplexed. How does one begin to pack for that long? Well, after doing some researching on tips and speaking to some individuals, I took all these methods, combined them, and came up with my own. Everyone did agree that you must start with a list, and so I did. I sat down with mom and made a list of all the things I need to bring with me. Then, I began to attempt this, what seemed impossible, fete.
I figured the first step was to clean my room. How was I going to pack if I couldn't find anything? (Just some background: My room usually looks like a bomb went off. Enter at your own risk.) Although the mess is usually due to a layer of clothes that decorates and conceals my carpet, both clean and dirty, the only logical following step was to do the laundry. After about three loads of laundry and some help from mom... THANKS MOM!... It was time to fold and sort. The task seemed simple. Gather all the clothes I own, fold it neatly, and sort into one of three categories; yes, no, or maybe. Yes, I want to take it to Italy. No, I don't, or maybe.
Ladies, don't freak out. This task isn't nearly as daunting as it seems... mainly because I don't have as much clothes as ANY OF YOU! Gentlemen, yes this does still take a ton of time and patience... regardless the amount of clothing. And so I began to sort ALL the clothes I own. I was oddly logical about my choices. One or two t-shirts to sleep in and bum around in... all others stay home. You know you have to look classy in Rome. Nice jeans went with me. Not as nice jeans stay home. One hoodie for comfort comes to Italy. The rest stay home. Though it took some time, it wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. Though it was a little bittersweet. This is really happening, isn't it...
Once all the clothes was sorted into three categories, I had to make those three into two. Again, I was oddly logical. I tried it on. If it looks fantastic, it goes with me. If it looks anything but, see ya when I get home. It was time to see what fits into my suitcase. I'm allowed to bring two suitcases with me, as well as a carry-on. This worried me a lot. Three and a half months in two suitcases... yeah right. Apparently... one was all I needed for clothes. Though I haven't packed undergarments, shoes, swimming stuff, or toiletries, I was still amazed to learn that all my clothes fit into one suitcase... and no it's not one of those EXTRA EXTRA large ones. Who would've thought? Clearly I don't have enough clothes. Anyone down for some shopping when I get back?
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Ups and Downs
As I get calls from friends who want to see me before I leave, I wonder what my life will be like away from them for so long. My friends are a part of who I am. Though three and a half months will probably fly by in the blink of an eye, it's easier said than done.
"You'll be fine," everyone says. "You should be excited!" Don't get me wrong... I'm preparing for the trip of a life time. As I dive into the language and the culture, and dream about the trips I will take, the people I will meet, and the adventures I will have, I can't wait! To think that for three and a half months I will finally be able to take a break from my everyday routine, my everyday associates, and the everyday drama that occurs, is simply thrilling! I will finally be able to step outside the bubble that is my life, step out of my comfort zone, and experience something completely new and different. What do the next three and a half months have in store for me? I really don't know, and I can't wait to find out!
Still, I can't help but wonder all the things I will miss while I'm away. I already know I'll be missing the birth of at least two children, maybe even three. I already know I'll be missing a few concerts and plenty of movies coming out that I wanted to see. Though this may seem insignificant, think about it. Where will my friends be when I get back? What will they be doing? Who will they be seeing? How many crazy nights will I have missed? Even something as simple as going for coffee with close friends to bitch and moan about everyday problems will be something I will miss. What if everything will be different when I get back? How will I adapt? Will I be able to adapt? These are all questions I think a lot about these days.
Then, there's family. I cherish my family greatly and will miss them terribly. What will I do without them? How will I manage without my parents checking in at 4am just to say what's up? Obviously, I'm joking about the 4am check-ins. Still, if not my parents, then who? Who will be worried enough about me abroad to even care if I come home? I'll be all alone...
As I sit and ponder what the near future holds, I have no idea... Then again, in the grand scheme of things, I guess no one does. Think about it.
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
"You'll be fine," everyone says. "You should be excited!" Don't get me wrong... I'm preparing for the trip of a life time. As I dive into the language and the culture, and dream about the trips I will take, the people I will meet, and the adventures I will have, I can't wait! To think that for three and a half months I will finally be able to take a break from my everyday routine, my everyday associates, and the everyday drama that occurs, is simply thrilling! I will finally be able to step outside the bubble that is my life, step out of my comfort zone, and experience something completely new and different. What do the next three and a half months have in store for me? I really don't know, and I can't wait to find out!
Still, I can't help but wonder all the things I will miss while I'm away. I already know I'll be missing the birth of at least two children, maybe even three. I already know I'll be missing a few concerts and plenty of movies coming out that I wanted to see. Though this may seem insignificant, think about it. Where will my friends be when I get back? What will they be doing? Who will they be seeing? How many crazy nights will I have missed? Even something as simple as going for coffee with close friends to bitch and moan about everyday problems will be something I will miss. What if everything will be different when I get back? How will I adapt? Will I be able to adapt? These are all questions I think a lot about these days.
Then, there's family. I cherish my family greatly and will miss them terribly. What will I do without them? How will I manage without my parents checking in at 4am just to say what's up? Obviously, I'm joking about the 4am check-ins. Still, if not my parents, then who? Who will be worried enough about me abroad to even care if I come home? I'll be all alone...
As I sit and ponder what the near future holds, I have no idea... Then again, in the grand scheme of things, I guess no one does. Think about it.
Signing off,
Ciao Bella...
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Very Proud of Myself
Today I had a list of fifteen errands that needed to be accomplished in regards to my trip. You should all be very happy to hear that I finished thirteen of them. Number fourteen might even be accomplished before I head to bed. The list of things I need to do before my trip is getting smaller and smaller, and the number of days is getting shorter and shorter. I'm getting more and more anxious, but meanwhile I'm very proud of myself for all I've done today.
Monday, August 24, 2009
The Countdown Has Begun!
The countdown has begun. In one week, I will be on a plane. I will be on a plane heading to Italy to study abroad for a full semester. While I'm there I plan on seeing anything and everything I have time to see, meeting as many new people as humanly possible, and having the time of my life.
As I sit here and fantasize about the adventures and shenanigans I will find myself being apart of, I couldn't be more terrified. Three and half months away from family and friends that are part of my every day existence. What's a girl to do?
Maybe I should pack... Yes. You heard right. I'm leaving the country for almost four months and I have yet to even make a packing list, let alone pack even one article of clothing. How does one begin to pack for such a lengthy period of time. I don't know what time I'm waking up in the morning, or even if I'll bother having breakfast. How am I suppose I know what I'll want to wear a week from now, let alone three months from now?
Aside from the rant of panic, confusion, excitement, terror, and wonder that has been rushing through my mind all day and night since my orientation, I still have to figure out how to make this last week one to remember, while still finishing all my errands for my trip. Let the rush begin. The countdown has begun!
As I sit here and fantasize about the adventures and shenanigans I will find myself being apart of, I couldn't be more terrified. Three and half months away from family and friends that are part of my every day existence. What's a girl to do?
Maybe I should pack... Yes. You heard right. I'm leaving the country for almost four months and I have yet to even make a packing list, let alone pack even one article of clothing. How does one begin to pack for such a lengthy period of time. I don't know what time I'm waking up in the morning, or even if I'll bother having breakfast. How am I suppose I know what I'll want to wear a week from now, let alone three months from now?
Aside from the rant of panic, confusion, excitement, terror, and wonder that has been rushing through my mind all day and night since my orientation, I still have to figure out how to make this last week one to remember, while still finishing all my errands for my trip. Let the rush begin. The countdown has begun!
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