Dov'e andato il tempo?

Four months it's already been. I'm loving it but I feel like by this point I would have changed more than I seem to realize. Maybe I just can't see it yet. I'm learning so much and seeing beautiful things, but I can't tell what is evolving about myself. I'm sure my perspective is, but I wish I could "feel" it processing, rather than feeling dissatisfied like I'm constantly trying to make the most of everything.

The recurring dreams about this year being already over don't cease. Woke up crying the other day because of it. I hope that I can just get over that fear and start "living" more rather than once again building up my expectations for how it'll shape me.

Right now just trying to get through tasks but it's hard to stop and think about how fast the time is going by when you just take challenges as a step my step process. Every day goes by so quickly and the cycle just repeats...

Things are due in for a change soon, though I'm not sure how. I'm happy and enjoying life. Hope that the stresses diminish in the time to come and I'll feel more liberated. Need to start documenting more photos as well, speaking of which I can't believe I haven't developed my film yet. Though it's of course ideal to live in the moment, I need some way of carrying my memories with me, right?

Well, that's all for now.

Beauty.

Away away away

Wish I had not a care in the world and could just get on a train and not care where I were to get off.

trains are so wonderfully created

home away from home

i need to see this majestic scene

Scriverò una lettera...un giorno.

Introduction to my life, I said "hello"

unlimited horizons

love·ly

/ˈlʌvli/ Show Spelled [luhv-lee]  

–adjective

1. charmingly or exquisitely beautiful: a lovely flower.

2. having a beauty that appeals to the heart or mind as well as to the eye, as a person or a face.

3. delightful; highly pleasing: to have a lovely time.

4. of a great moral or spiritual beauty: a lovely character.

 

The rain pours down today while I stay inside, warm and tucked away. Each time the weather machine decides to change its mind I am the happy recipient of a new blanket. But it makes me less and less eager to wake up...

 

I'm antsy to return to a more active lifestyle. Though leisurely soaking everything in is essentially what I came for, I need to retain my motivation and self will. but that's the least of my worries, I feel happy.

 

Yesterday ("I thought I saw you...") we returned from a week-long journey, seeing Ancient to Medieval to Renaissance sites. How beautiful these creations were, while being so old. So many new developments and creativity in such a short expansion of time so long ago, making me wonder how much we as a generation have really progressed. Yes our technology has exponentially expanded but we've lost track of the true value of art and beauty. The world should throwback to the time of film or hand-designed and painted architecture or intricately woven costumes and walled cities. Che è successo...e che cosa succederà?

One of a kind

"From now to the afterlife I'll continue passion-like
 ...
It gave me life, it saved me life, it raised me right 
 ...

You're all the same only separate

...
You can fake the frown, imitate the sound
Underworld, world-wide, wide world of underground
 ...
There is no sympathy for the careless"

 Atmosphere

L'explorazione.

a beautiful escape through another lens.

Desiderare.

disoriented distracted disallusioned detatched.
looking for something more but I don't know what.
exploring new opportunities to make something, but not of nothing, because so much is already out there awaiting discovery.

Grapevine Fires but where did summer escape to?

summer sunny days are washed away, replaced by the crisp kiss of winter air.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8ZUV9IBEXY

We bought some wine and some paper cups
Near your daughters school when we picked her up
And drove to a cemetery on a hill
On a hill
And we watched the plumes paint the sky gray
But she laughed and danced through the field of graves
And there I knew it would be alright
That everything would be alright

La cucina di un popolo è la sola esatta testimonianza della sua civiltà

"The trouble with eating Italian food is that five or six days later you're hungry again."
~George Miller

La Nome

Nome is a masculine word, so it should be Il Nome, but doesn't "la" just work better?
There's so much to a name. The words you call someone by, a name, starts a life in a myriad of different directions. Words but not words at all.

My working list of beautiful names:
jaeden ami/amelie/amali sienna lorelei arden scarlett emilia logan holden ryder brooklynne/brooklyn/brooklynn amber/ember jezebel skye/skyler cadence nolan

Still have so long to go, but it never hurts to think ahead.

Nella vita - chi non risica - non rosica

"In life - who risks nothing - gains nothing"

One day, seven hours, thirty seven minutes, and forty two seconds. In one day, seven hours, thirty seven minutes, and forty two seconds I'll be off, on my way, on my own (well, sort of). I can only imagine what's in store for the upcoming year.

As this is my first post...I have to say that it's really strange writing a blog. I wonder if anyone will end up reading my ramblings. But I think that this is a good way to document this year. I don't know what to expect, but I do know that this will be a year to remember. A year that will change me. A year to discover, learn, explore, and realize. There's so much potential for an opportunity like this. How many people have the chance to study abroad in the most beautiful country in the world in high school?! I'm lucky to say the least.

A lot of people have been asking me how I'm feeling towards...well everything. I keep saying how excited I am etc....but I don't think that excited really covers it. It's more like overwhelmed. And not in a bad way, just in a stressed-out and unsuspecting way if that makes any sense. Today -Thursday- I've finally gotten around to packing. I'd been dreading doing it for the past two weeks; every time I felt a hint of motivation, it instantly dissolved once I looked at the heap of work ahead of me, and not just the physical work, but the sentimental value in packing up my life into two large suitcases, one small carry-on suitcase, and a backpack. And suddenly this trivial act grew into emotional breakdowns. Thankfully I can finally relax a bit, and enjoy my last few moments with friends and family.

As cliche as this is....I guess that when I look back at this at the end of the year, I'll appreciate jotting down a few goals for the year: I want to make the most of every single moment. Appreciate things as they happen, not just when I look back on them. Become more flexible and willing to try new things without anything holding me back. Eh well the list could go on and on, I'll end it there before I get too cheesy.

When I think of Italy, the first thing that comes to mind is my new favorite (one of my favorites at least) song--Postcards from Italy. It's by Beirut originally-which is great-but I prefer the cover by Florence and the Machine.




The song just puts me in an indescribable mood, it's like my thoughts recently captured in a song. Not even the words...I do love the lyrics, but it's not the lyrics that make me love the song. It's so goood. Florence and the Machine are playing in Oakland at the Fox Theatre on November 5th...too bad I'll be on the other side of the planet.

Wow alright I've spent far too much time on the computer just now, and I really should get to bed in hopes of recovering from whatever has been responsible for my seemingly never-ending cold/lack of energy. So this is all for now! I hope that I keep up writing here; it's a good portal for ideas and thoughts that don't really seem to correspond to a direct person nor do they fit in being expressed anywhere else in my life.