I haven't written in awhile, doesn't seem like there is much to say as of yet - I am still in Portland attempting to tackle this ginormous list of things I have to do before I leave. 'The List', as I call it, has been keeping me up at night, floating in my dreams and haunting me in my nightmares. There are big things on 'the list', and small things on 'the list', but it all plays a role, no matter the size, in my journey to come. Some things are big, like get my student VISA, others are small such as by outlet converters for my laptop and what not. I don't like doing these types of things, meetings, appointments, forms, errands...I hate errands (death by errands as my auntie Beth would say). I have always thought that being a grown up wasn't much fun because of these types of lists, I have struggled with this for a while. I liked it much better when my mom was in charge of the list, and I was in charge of playing. I am tackling 'the list' though, attacking it with full force....next weekend. :) Moving to Italy will hopefully do more for me than just help me become a better artist, my hope is that it will help me like all aspects of being a grown up, even the dreaded 'list'.
I have been having a lot of anxiety, sleepless nights about all sorts of things, as some would ask 'what's new with that?'...all kidding aside. I am questioning my decision to completely leave everything I know and love in my life for a year. I know I made the right decision, I know that I am going to have a fabulous time and grow SO much in SO many ways that I cannot even understand right now. With that said, I have never been one to make decisions easily, even the simplest of decisions such as what color of underwear to put on in the morning - I am constantly second guessing myself. So to make this decision, it's big, it's really big for me. I am worried that I will miss things when I am gone. I am worried that things will happen in the lives of those I love and I will miss it all. I know we can send pictures back and forth, and email, and skype...but I am not sure it will be the same. In reality, all I am doing is waiting for things to happen in their lives instead of making things happen in mine - I very much aware of this. I also know that I cannot be there for every special moment in the lives of those I love, I need to be in my own specail moments. Instead of waiting for them, I am going to start making my own 'moments'. I worry my niece and I will grow apart, that when I get back she will be 'too cool' for me. I worry that my closest friends will no longer be my closest, or that my BF will find a new one (yes I just used the term BF, if it is a term?). I really worry that my sister will have a baby while I am gone, adn that would be really hard as I am supposed to take pictures. I know I shouldn't worry, but it's what I do. Some people smoke, I worry. I know that people will go on living without me, they might miss me, I will miss them. What truly bothers me is that I can't seem to focus on how extremely lucky I am to be able to have this amazing experience. I mean, I am SO dam lucky, so fortunate, so blessed, I know all this - so why can't I seem to focus on it instead of all the other crap? This is scary, very scary for a mama's girl like me.
You know the hardest part? The part that breaks my heart when I think about it...the most pathetic part. My cats, it is killing me to leave my cats. I am worried they won't remember me when I get home. I am worried I won't get them back. I love them so much. It's been me and them for several years, they have been there for me through the good times and the bad...I know I sound like a crazy cat lady, I probably am. Pets are such comforts, and to leave them is making me feel like a horrible person. I know they will be loved and very well taken care of, but knowing all of that does not make it any easier. I bottle fed them from when they were teeny tiny, they think I am there mom, I am there mom. Enough about the cats....
So this was a little bit of a depressing blog, but it's the truth, and I want to be honest. I know these things; I am scared shitless of what lies ahead, I am so excited for what lies ahead, and I am ready to take it all on whatever it is scary or not. On another note I dyed my hair, I am trying to look the part of the eccentric artist...what do you think?