First, I need to clear something up. I am thinking I sent this blog link out a bit too prematurely. I'm not leaving until the first of the year, probably the second week in January. Some of you have written me thinking I am gone already, or leaving in the coming weeks. I just wanted to be organized, sending out the link early. Plus, I thought I might blog about my preparations both mentally and physically as I believe both are going to be a bit taxing on me. For those in town, or close to, I am hoping to have some sort of get together before I leave. I am guessing it will land right around the holidays, or right after...so it may be hard to organize. But know that I will try, I would like to see as many people as I can before I go.
I received my student VISA papers in the mail yesterday. Funny thing, they are all in Italian. I haven't really sat down and read over the one page in English...I guess the papers are in Italian so the Italians at the embassy can file the paperwork? I guess it's the first of many language barriers I will come across on this adventure. I will have you all know, I have been listening to several ipodcasts I downloaded to learn some basic Italian. I can now order my own espresso, as well as ask where the bathroom is. I am feeling very confident in my abilities. :) Honestly, I took Spanish for four years in high school, not that they are the same language, but they are similar and I seem to be picking a few things up. I am also taking classes when I get to Florence...so you never know, I could become semi-fluent? I am sure the hot Italian I meet will help me along the way. :)
I am writing my first blog, or entry, I am not sure what you call it? I am a little nervous about this whole 'blogging' thing as I am not confident in my writing abilities...so please bare with me. I am hoping that as time goes on I will get better at writing these little entries, hopefully I will get a little more creative, better at description, awesome at comparisons, and extremely witty in all my remarks. If all goes as planned, by the time I have mastered these 'techniques' you will be hanging on my every word, eagerly anticipating my next entry like a child awaiting Christmas morning. Yes, that is the plan.
The reason for this first blog is state my purpose, if I have one? Some of you may know, some of you may not, I have decided to go back to school to get my masters in design. The school I chose is a little far from home...Florence, Italy. To say I am scared is an understatement. You all know that I am the definition of a 'mama's girl', and if you didn't know you now do. Not only am I close to my mom, but my whole family for that matter. I have never been away from them, and the little I have been aw
ay caused my parents to have to refinance their morgage because the phone bill was so high (that could be a blog entry within itself). So for me to move to a different state is big, another country - well that's almost unreal. I get the feeling that some people in my family are unsure if I will go through with this, but I think I have proven my dedication. It's time for me to cut the cord and have an adventure with out my mommy. :)
So my first big step was selling my beloved wrangler. I loved that car, I had wanted one since before I could drive. It wasn't my first car, but it was favorite. I had so many great trips in that car, so many memories. It was sad to see her go, but I sold her to a guy that wanted her SO bad. He reminded me of myself when I first bought her. One of my favorite trips was with my best friend Hope. We drove to the Gorge to see Dave Mathews Band. It was in the summer and it was hot, so we had the top off the car. We got so sun burnt on our faces, I think I was wearing a bandanna and got a horrible forehead tan line. On the way up there we noticed all
these people mooning us, and flashing us as we drove by. In the spirit (mom and Brenda skip this sentence) we decided to take our tops off for a few miles to get a little sun and join the masses. When we got there Hope realized she brought the tent, but forgot the poles. Weird as it was, the people right next to us did the same exact thing. So we put a tarp up between the jeep and their car and slept under the tarp with these strangers. On the way home we stopped at this funky old diner to eat and use the bathroom - as neither of us would use the porta-potties provided at the show. That was just one of many great trips in the jeep. I will miss you my wrangler, and I always miss you my Hope.
The reason for this first blog is state my purpose, if I have one? Some of you may know, some of you may not, I have decided to go back to school to get my masters in design. The school I chose is a little far from home...Florence, Italy. To say I am scared is an understatement. You all know that I am the definition of a 'mama's girl', and if you didn't know you now do. Not only am I close to my mom, but my whole family for that matter. I have never been away from them, and the little I have been aw
ay caused my parents to have to refinance their morgage because the phone bill was so high (that could be a blog entry within itself). So for me to move to a different state is big, another country - well that's almost unreal. I get the feeling that some people in my family are unsure if I will go through with this, but I think I have proven my dedication. It's time for me to cut the cord and have an adventure with out my mommy. :)So my first big step was selling my beloved wrangler. I loved that car, I had wanted one since before I could drive. It wasn't my first car, but it was favorite. I had so many great trips in that car, so many memories. It was sad to see her go, but I sold her to a guy that wanted her SO bad. He reminded me of myself when I first bought her. One of my favorite trips was with my best friend Hope. We drove to the Gorge to see Dave Mathews Band. It was in the summer and it was hot, so we had the top off the car. We got so sun burnt on our faces, I think I was wearing a bandanna and got a horrible forehead tan line. On the way up there we noticed all
these people mooning us, and flashing us as we drove by. In the spirit (mom and Brenda skip this sentence) we decided to take our tops off for a few miles to get a little sun and join the masses. When we got there Hope realized she brought the tent, but forgot the poles. Weird as it was, the people right next to us did the same exact thing. So we put a tarp up between the jeep and their car and slept under the tarp with these strangers. On the way home we stopped at this funky old diner to eat and use the bathroom - as neither of us would use the porta-potties provided at the show. That was just one of many great trips in the jeep. I will miss you my wrangler, and I always miss you my Hope.
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