I've been in New Jersey for...2.5 days, give or take, and am surrounded by piles of my own stuff. I'm still settling in, unpacking, and getting the lay of the land. Dead Week flew by, complete with all nighters pulled for the sake of video editing, and marathon events serving the parents of Morsels. It was good, but now it's good to be home. I've slept a lot, and enjoyed television on an actual tv.
I've rediscovered the joys of reading for the hell of it-- I'm reading a collection of david sedaris, "Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim," in addition to "Breve Storia d'Italia," or a Brief History of Italy. The vocabulary is tough, but I just made it through the Punic wars relatively unscathed. It's oddly satisfying, reading in Italian-- it puts you in a different mindset, but one that is just as relaxing as reading in English. Sometimes I wonder whether I am developing a super secret Italian subpersonality that only surfaces at times of linguistic need... I suppose I'll test out this theory in Italy.
I have about two weeks until I depart for the continent. My visa is MIA. I haven't packed. But I have my textbooks, and I just get more excited as the days tick by. In a few more weeks, I'll be in the Palazzo Pubblico at a cafe, sipping an espresso, or perhaps enjoying some quality gelato. And maybe reading for my course, too.
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